After a moment of searching in the room, she found there were no spare clothes she could wear, not to


    mention a suitable outfit for her to wear to the event.


    “Your boss’ wallet was lost in the river. Get him a new card when you can. Wait, didn’t Carlos tell you to


    get me some clothes? There’s nothing here,” she bitterly grumbled. By now she was getting very


    frustrated.


    Tristan shook his head and responded, “Carlos intended to let you stay in the hospital for a week.


    There are still five days to go, so I haven’t prepared the clothes yet.”


    ‘Me being here for a week, while he ys around with his other women?’


    At the mere thought of it, Debbie was on the verge of ripping the gauze off. How would she convince


    him that she had recovered and was ready to leave the hospital soonest?


    But then as she studied the anxious nurses around her, she had an idea.


    “Fine. Then I guess I’ll have to stay.”


    Half an hourter, Tristan called Carlos again.


    “Carlos, is this a good time?”


    To which Carlos snappishly replied, “Go ahead.” Just a nce at the model on the runway and he


    almost lost his temper.


    “Mrs. Hilton… ran out of the hospital,” Tristan stammered on the phone.


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    Watching the hospital surveince footage, Tristan cleared his throat and answered, “Debbie asked me


    to grab some real food for her. After I left, she snatched a nurse’s uniform, changed into it and ran off.”


    Carlos closed his eyes with resignation. He felt as if the old rebellious Debbie was back, always giving


    him a headache.


    “Where did she go?” asked Carlos. His voice betrayed no emotion.


    “The camera shows she hailed a cab at the entrance, and the cab drove towards Skyline Road. You


    know, she Lost your wallet in the river. With no money on her, where do you think she went, Carlos?”


    Tristan wondered how Debbie paid the fare, since she didn’t have a penny on her.


    Carlos stood up from his seat and left the venue quietly.


    Portia grabbed her handbag and followed.


    The manager of the fashion show had kept an eye on Carlos the whole time. The moment he saw


    Carlos leave the show, he tagged along.


    “Tell Emmett to call Kasie. Tell her to stay put until I get there!”


    Carlos ordered on the phone.


    Portia trotted after him. She almost sprained her ankle, thanks to a strap on her heeling loose, but


    she didn’t darein. She followed him all the way to the parking lot. Seeing Carlos hang up the


    phone, she asked, “Taking off, Carlos?”


    He nced at her and said, “Yeah. Zelda will drive you home after the show.”


    Portia refused thoughtfully, “Thanks, Carlos. No worries. I’ll call my brother.”


    Carlos got in the car. Without one more look at Portia, he ordered