In a pair of 6 cm high heels, Debbie walked carefully and nervously into thevish hotel. Emmett was
by her side and the PR team led the way.
The lobby doors were pushed open by two bodyguards, and held in ce while Debbie walked in. The
boss of Kasee Group had just delivered his opening speech.
Soon, all eyes were drawn to the woman who had just walked in wearing a red evening dress. She was
letting her passionate side shine.
Fine feathers make fine birds. The woman they were gazing at had been made up and dressed by an
international master make-up artist. Nothing but the best for Carlos’ wife. Even the socialite divas and
the actresses present at the event couldn’t hold a candle to Debbie now.
Her hair was no longer a lc, and was dyed back to a gorgeous raven hue. Knotted into a five-strand
braid, it was coiled up at the back of her head, adorned by a diamond tiara-shaped hairpin.
Debbie took off the white overcoat draped over her shoulders and gave it to her bodyguard, fully
revealing the red evening dress underneath.
It had three-quarter sleeves and a stand-up cor, and her beautiful vicles were partly exposed. The
dress was a gold medal-winning work by a master designer from Mn. Crystal and diamond studs
adorned it from head to toe. The pattern was sumptuous, low-key and conservative.
Her skin used to be dry, but thanks to Carlos it was now delicate and smooth. She used to know little
about skin care and so didn’t take care of her skin, but now it fairly glowed. Her cheeks were rosy with
a sheen of happiness.
Under the dark eye shadow and her long eyshes, her ck pupils glistened as if warning people
away, while somehow there seemed also to be a hint of deeply hidden helplessness about them.
Beneath her high nose, her Lips embellished with red lip gloss, shone in the light, Like two dewy rosy
petals.
Around her fair neck hung a white crystal ne, from the same set as the bracelet on her wrist, both
perfectly matched and stunning. Her ears bore low-key, expensive crystal ear studs.
She walked slowly in her ck high heels, straightening up, with a presence of aloofness and
uniqueness. Everyone feasted on her sumptuous beauty but hesitated to approach, all wondering who
she was and why she was with Carlos’ secretary Emmett.
“Who is she? Why have I never seen her before?” someone from the crowd whispered.
“You tell me. I didn’t know Emmett got married. My aunt was talking about how she wanted to fix him
up with a girl,” another person cut in.
“Although her dress looks low-key, it’s pricey. I don’t think Emmett can afford something Like that. Is
she Carlos’…”
While they were guessing, the boss of the Kasee Group came over.
“Good evening, Mrs. Hilton, Emmett,” the man greeted.
He shook hands with the two. Debbie gave the gift to his secretary and said with a smile, “Nice to meet
you, Maddock Truman.” When he nced at the gift, she continued, “It’s a present from my husband.
He’s too busy to make the celebration tonight, so he asked me toe on his behalf.”
Emmett picked up two sses of wine from the tray a waiter was carrying, one for Debbie and the
other for himself. They clinked with
Maddock’s ss, a toast to the health of all in attendance.
Debbie’s polite remarks flustered the man. He hadn’t expected the powerful Carlos’ wife to be so
modest and polite.
“Mrs. Hilton, you’re too modest. It’s indeed a pity that Carlos can’te himself, but I’m so d you’re
here. The honor is all mine.”
Debbie wasn’t good with ttery. Nor did she like too manypliments. She smiled nervously, “Thank
you for understanding,
Maddock. Today’s a big day for you. I bet you’re very busy, so I’LL not take up any more of your time.”
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“Okay, please help yourself, Mrs. Hilton. If you need anything, please let me know. Please forgive us if
the service isn’t good enough.”
“Thank you, Maddock.” They cheered again. Debbie took a sip of her wine, and Maddock left them. He
intended to mingle in this little shindig he threw.