could easily get that around by highlighting Portia’s beauty as the main strength for engaging her.


    However, for the silly mistake of pping Debbie tonight, all those advertising gigs would go up in


    smoke. In offending Debbie, she had messed with the wrong person. If Carlos chose to flex his


    muscles,


    Portia’s life in Alorith would turn into a living hell.


    Emmett guessed that Debbie must have pleaded with Carlos for Portia.


    Normally, Portia would have lost a finger for hitting Debbie.


    The next day, Debbie was fidgeting all day because of the investors’ dinner she would have to attend


    that evening.


    That was something new to her. Before Carlos left for work, she had asked as many questions as


    possible about the function.


    Carlos spent a Lot of time calming her down.


    After he Left, Debbie got dressed and left the house too.


    They were going to New York for some time the following day. She felt she should put Lucinda and


    Sebastian in the loop about her trip before she left the city.


    As soon as she arrived at her aunt’s house, Debbie noticed Gail and


    Victor fighting at the entrance. In case they saw her, Debbie didn’t get out of the car, but watched them


    argue and fight hysterically.


    Since they broke up, Gail didn’t pretend to be sweet and refined anymore in front of Victor. So she


    readily took him on in a shouting match.


    In a few minutes of the altercation, Victor’s words got filthier. He was going to hit Gail. Debbie couldn’t


    watch anymore.


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    She drove the car forward and stopped beside the two fighting people.


    The brand-new Cayman drew Gail’s attention immediately. When she saw


    Debbie getting out of the car from the driver’s seat, she asked with widened eyes, “Debbie, whose car


    is this?”


    It sounded as if Debbie had stolen the car. Standing by the open door,


    Debbie ignored her and looked at Victor. The one-time vice general manager of the Shining


    International za now looked every inch azy slob. His hair looked like a roughly built bird nest, his


    clothes wrinkled. From the length of his stubble, he must haven’t shaven for two or three days.


    Upon seeing Debbie, Victor found another outlet for his frustration and anger. He stalked towards the


    Porsche Cayman and demanded, “Hey, you!


    I’ve been looking for you for days on end. You got me canned, so you mustpensate me for my


    Loss!”


    Debbie rolled her eyes.


    “How is your losing the job our fault?”


    “If Gail and you hadn’t fought the other day, she wouldn’t have called me. If she hadn’t called me, I


    wouldn’t have gotten involved and thus fired.” As a result of that incident, Victor was fired that evening,


    and Gail broke up with him within two weeks.


    As soon as he finished his words, Victor kicked Debbie’s car furiously, leaving a big footprint impressed


    on the red Cayman.