Carlos sat next to Debbie.


    The glossy ck car drove slowly out of the manor. Debbie leaned against his shoulder and started


    asking all kinds of questions.


    “Is


    Grandpa awake yet? Will Grandma and Dad like me? Who else is living in the house besides Dad and


    Mom? Where will we Live? Will you stay with me every day after we get there?”


    Carlos was totally speechless. He swore this wasn’t the flirty moment he was hoping for.


    Although resigned, he didn’t lose his patience.


    “Grandpa is getting better, but he still hasn’te around yet. My family will like you.


    You and I will live in the manor in New York just like everyone else in my family. I’LL work there, but I’ll


    also make as much time for you as possible.”


    Then Carlos gave Debbie a general rundown of his family members.


    “My dad is a hothead. You’d better not talk to him alone. If there is something that requires you to talk


    to him, tell me first, and I’ll do it for you,” he added.


    “Got it,” Debbie replied. She was curious. ‘How short-tempered can my father-inw be? Is his temper


    worse than Carlos’?’


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    When they got to the airport, Megan had already checked in. Emmett was waiting for them at the


    luggage consignment area. After checking the luggage, Emmett turned to them and said, “Mr. and Mrs.


    Hilton, happy


    New Year! I Look forward to seeing you soon!


    “Huh? Aren’t you going with us?” Debbie asked. Ever since she met


    Carlos, Emmett had been around him every day. Now that he wouldn’t be around, Debbie found it


    weird. She had gotten to like the fellow.


    Knowing that Debbie was disappointed, Emmett was moved.


    “Don’t worry,


    Tomboy. All of my family members are in Alorith, so it would be bad form to leave. The secretaries in


    New York will pick you up when you get there. I’ll see you next year. I’ll miss you,” he joked, which was


    rare.


    “Tomboy?” Carlos asked icily.


    “Since when are you and my wife so close?


    It’s Debbie to you.”


    Emmett had no words, spending his time in stunned silence. He had gone over all the other forms of


    addresses in his head.


    “Tomboy” seemed to be the least likely to make his boss jealous. However, obviously, he was wrong.


    Carlos was way too possessive. Emmett looked at Debbie sympathetically and said, “I feel for you,


    Debbie.”


    “What?” Carlos asked immediately before Debbie could say anything.


    Emmett wasn’t stupid enough to share what he really thought. He chuckled nervously.