Only the servants in the vi also greeted Debbie, “Mrs. Hilton.”


    The others were stunned upon hearing theirpanions’ greeting and immediately Looked to see the


    girl in Carlos’ arms. ‘When did Carlos get married? Howe this news did not reach us?” they


    thought.


    “Mrs. Hilton,” they followed, anyway.


    Debbie nodded, feeling a bit awkward. After noticing what they were doing, she turned to Carlos and


    asked in confusion, “Carlos, what—”


    He put her down, grabbed her hand and led her to a rack where several pieces of clothing were


    hanging.


    “Sorry, I forgot to ask them to send your winter clothes here. Check these ones out. Do you Like them?”


    he asked.


    Itpletely escaped him that Debbie needed clothes. Usually, his assistant, Zelda, took care of


    matters like these. It was not until he saw her blood-stained pants that he realized what he overlooked.


    He swore to himself that he would pay more attention to his wife in the future.


    ‘There are so many racks with at least dozens of pieces of clothing.


    Are all of these for me?’ Debbie wondered in awe.


    “You bought me so many autumn clothesst time. I haven’t even gotten to wear some of them. I don’t


    need new clothes; it’s a waste of money and resources,” she said. She felt as if she were in a boutique.


    Carlos didn’t respond. While Debbie was skimming through her options, he started pointing at pieces


    and ordering, “This, this, this… Put them into my wife’s wardrobe.”


    “No, wait! I haven’t tried them on yet!” Debbie eximed, grabbing one of the pieces.


    “I don’t have a perfect figure so I need to try them on first to make sure they Look good on me.”


    Carlos grabbed her hand to lead her to the second floor.


    “You won’t be able to try all of them on in hours. That’s too much trouble.“ Then, he turned to one of the


    servants and ordered, “Put all of them in Debbie’s wardrobe.”


    “How will I know whether they fit if I don’t try them on? It’s too wasteful,” she protested.


    “I won’t get back to it next time,” Carlos replied.


    “What?” Debbie asked, confused.


    “I’ll ask the store to send fewer clothes next time. Why don’t you ept all these clothes for now?”


    Carlos said indifferently. Debbie nodded obediently. But Little did she know that the clothing store would


    send her even more clothes the next time. And there were already many new clothes in her wardrobe


    that she hadn’t had the chance to wear.


    One day, Julie came upon Debbie who was about to throw a down coat into the washing machine. She


    ran hysterically towards her and grabbed the coat from her. She looked shocked beyond belief.


    N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    “Debbie, this coat is worth more than a hundred thousand dors and it requires special treatment. We


    should call theundry service to take care of it.”


    Debbie was too shocked to utter a single word. More than a hundred thousand dors? For a coat?


    She was dumbfounded by how much money rich people spent on clothes.


    ‘Carlos spends his money left, right and center!” she thought .