Mrs. Hilton now, she had to keep a polite smile on her face. She grabbed a te of desserts that the


    waiter had brought to her and apologized, “Ladies, I’m sorry. I’m starving. Ta ta for now.”


    She was obviously saying goodbye to them. A quick way to end the conversation. But strangely


    enough, they didn’t get the hint. Or maybe they feigned ignorance so they could stay longer. The


    questions stopped, and the nagging began.


    “It’s toote for you to be eating anything, Mrs. Hilton.” “Oooh! That Looks sinful! You should watch


    your figure.” “Are you trying to put on the pounds?”


    “You’re in such good shape! Why would you want to be fat?” “Careful,


    Carlos may not like you if you put on weight. You definitely need to watch your weight-a rich handsome


    man Like Carlos has a Lot of girls to choose from.”


    “Is Hayden really your ex-boyfriend?”


    Debbie’s head started to pound. She needed to either flee or get rid of them, otherwise she might go


    mad. This evening was not going well, certainly not the way she envisioned. What were these women


    doing here?


    Why weren’t they at least window shopping for all the jewelry and watches at the exposition? Why were


    they poking their nose into her business? Why couldn’t they just leave her alone? ALL these women


    were such a pain and-wait… Maybe Carlos revealed her identity so that she wouldn’t be able to keep


    tabs on him.


    In the end, Debbie put down the desserts, deliberately ttering the tes on the counter. She was


    loud, trying to get their attention. She ran her eyes over the group and asked, “How’s the jewelry?”


    Confused, the women answered in chorus, “The jewelry is amazing!”


    Everything on disy was beautiful and luxurious. From sparkling tiaras to gem-encrusted hairpins,


    from nes, chokers, and earrings to diamond-studded bracelets. A dizzying array of gems, rubies


    emeralds, opals, pearls, and polished pieces of jade. Even rings and cuff links. And some of the finest


    timepieces expertly crafted by Swiss watchmakers. But the prices were too high


    If their husbands were as rich as Carlos, they would have already bought all of the jewelry here and


    brought their favorites home with them.


    “And what about the watches?” Debbie continued to ask.


    Again, the women replied in confusion, “The watches are great!”


    “Since everything looks awesome, maybe you should spend more of your precious time appreciating


    them. I’m not as interesting as all that ice out there. I shouldn’t be the focus here. Please!” Debbie


    waved at them with a smile.


    “You’re being modest, Mrs. Hilton. You’re more attractive than those jewelry and watches…”


    “Yes, I think so. Mrs. Hilton, are you still a student? Where do you go to university?”


    Meanwhile, more and more spectators arrived, adding to the group gathered around Debbie. Debbie


    was on the brink of a meltdown. ‘Jesus!


    Save me from idiots! Please!’ she eximed in her head.


    She knew it. That was why she didn’t want to expose her identity. Now, where was the bad man who


    had let the whole world know about it?


    Couldn’t he see that she was surrounded by a Large group of people? Why didn’t hee back and


    save her?


    Left with no choice, Debbie put on her high heels again and squeezed through the crowd that had


    gathered in the lounge.


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    “I’m sorry. I need to look for my friends. Please enjoy yourselves!”


    She broke free of the hangers-on, practically pushing her way through the crowd. Debbie limped


    through the hall to Look for Carlos, Kasie or her other friends.


    But she didn’t see any of them. Instead, she spotted Wesley and Megan