Debbie felt speechless. She had never said Emmett was her husband.


    Corrupt? Emmett would never do that. He was always honest. She felt bad about dragging him into


    this.


    ‘Thank God I married Carlos. Otherwise, Portia and Gail would Laugh at me for the rest of my life, ‘ she


    thought.


    “Whatever. I’m busy. Bye.”


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    Debbie didn’t want to waste any more time on Portia.


    “Stop!” Portia called out. She found Debbie had changed a lot. Power never scared her, but she was


    even prouder than before, not giving a damn about anybody else.


    From the arrogant way Debbie carried herself, Portia began to suspect her husband was not Emmett


    but Carlos.


    Debbie turned her head and said, “I always tolerated, humored and even ttered you. It was all


    because of your brother, but not anymore.


    From now on, I will humor neither you nor your brother.”


    “What do you mean? You are going to see my family as enemies?”


    Debbieughed scornfully, “Whatever.” None of the Gomez family mattered to her anymore, and she


    didn’t give a hoot about what they thought of her.


    With her head held high, Debbie walked away, leaving Portia guessing and clutching at straws. She


    acted calm, but her long fingernails stuck into her handbag, leaving deep marks.


    It hadn’t been that Long since Portiast saw Debbie. But this wasn’t the Debbie she knew. Debbie


    used to be humble and self-effacing, with low self-esteem. Now she was parading around with her nose


    in the air, all puffed up with pride as if she were the queen


    “Dammit Debbie! Your husband’s just a secretary. Don’t get cocky. It’s not like he’s Carlos! We’ll see


    whoes out on top!’ she thought resentfully.


    On Debbie’s way back to the party, two other women stopped her in her tracks. They sized her up and


    down, and then one of them said curtly,


    “Someone wants to see you.”


    “I wonder who they’re talking about, ‘ thought Debbie.


    “Who?” she asked. Neither of the two women looked even remotely familiar. She’d know if she’d met


    them before. So it made her even more curious who wanted to talk to her, and why.


    The woman in a ck dress snapped, “Don’t ask. Just follow us.”


    ‘This is crazy!’ Debbie was irritated. It was supposed to be simple. and maybe fun. She went to the


    party on Carlos’ behalf, but ended uping across all kinds of weird things and hostile women.


    Mental note:


    Don’t do this again. And now, why did she have to deal with some ridiculous mystery boss? She didn’t.


    She was thinking that maybe now would be a good time to bug out of here. She had made an


    appearance, presented her gift, and now she just wanted to be left alone.


    “Sorry, I’m busy.” She passed them without giving them a second nce.


    Who were they? And why were they following someone else’s orders? And more importantly, why were


    they trying to get her involved?


    The woman in ck shouted to her back, “Hey, you! Olga wants to see you! Get your butt over here


    now, unless you want that butt kicked out of Alorith! Just so you know, Olga is Carlos’ woman. I


    wouldn’t turn her down if I were you.” ‘Really! We’ll just see about that!’ Debbie thought.


    The two looked at Debbie gloatingly, anticipating that she would turn around and follow them timidly to


    see Olga. After all, these two were at her beck and call, so why shouldn’t Debbie be the same? She


    wasn’t any better than them.