Carlos didn’t need to do anything much to deal with Stephanie. Because ironically, it was now her turn


    to be the target of cyber-bullying.


    As arrogant and proud as she was, Stephanie could hardly endure the negativements on her. She


    was already devastated.


    Debbie received Carlos’ messages every day since she had flown to


    France. Today was the seventh day of her stay there. When she finished her work and returned to the


    hotel at midnight, she received his text again.


    “Honey, did you miss me today?”


    Lying on the bed, she typed, “No.”


    Carlos didn’t mind her cold reply. He continued to text her.


    “You should stop lying to yourself. You miss me. You can tell me that you do. I won’t judge.”


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    Debbie choked on her saliva when she saw his reply. He had recently gotten very good at sweet-


    talking. Was this really the stoic CEO she had known for years? Did he find someone to teach him


    some romance?


    She didn’t bother to reply and closed her eyes to rest. Her phone buzzed again.


    “Honey, I love you,” his message said.


    Debbie smiled. Of course, she knew how much he used to love her before he had Lost his memory.


    Now, his memory was back, and his love for her was stronger than ever. Nheless, she still tried to


    stay angry at him.


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    “Carlos I’m just one of your staff and you’re the CEO. You’re beyond my reach. I’m not expecting any


    Love from you. I just want to earn my sry and make a living.”


    “Babe, gimme some sugar, and I’ll give you everything in return. My body, my heart… Everything that is


    mine belongs to you.”


    Debbie got goose bumps as she read his brazen words. She put her phone away without replying.


    Two minutester, she grudgingly got out of bed and plodded towards the bathroom to shower. She


    was exhausted after the whole day’s work.


    She regretted having epted thismercial job in France. The work was signed for fifteen days and


    there was still eight days left. She would be drained of energy by the end of it.


    The eighth day of the event was the most rxing day for her so far.


    She had a dinner party that night and she could go back to the hotel earlier than usual. She was going


    to hang out in the streets of Paris and do some sightseeing if the party ended early.


    Luckily for her, the dinner did end very soon. She left the restaurant with a colleague from France and


    they walked together since they were heading in the same direction.


    Her colleague was a muscr man, with blonde hair and blue eyes. He very much appreciated


    Debbie’s music, so they had a lot inmon to talk about.


    “Debbie, I would Like to develop my career in your country as well. Do you think yourpatriots will


    Like someone like me?” the man asked as he flexed his elbow to show his bulging biceps.


    Debbie was amused. Sheughed, “Of course. A lot of girls love muscr men like you. They feel-”


    She stopped mid-sentence as she gazed into the distance in front of them.


    Suppressing the shock that was travelling through her entire body, she finished her sentence, “-safe.”


    The foreigner noticed the change in her expression. He followed her gaze and saw a man and a little


    girl standing ten-odd meters away, looking at them.