“Bring them out.”


    “Yes, Carlos.”


    Two minutester, three housemaids walked over to them, carrying boxes. Debbie opened one and


    looked inside. There was an evening dress, a pair of high heels, and a set of jewelry


    Obviously, he intended for her to go, by force, if necessary. He made a gesture to indicate the boxes.


    “Dress, shoes, essories…they’re all here, all customized for you. Put on them and then I’ll take you


    to a salon.”


    “No…”


    Debbie wanted to turn him down but Miranda interrupted. She exined with a smile, “Barlow is well-


    respected. He holds traditional views on rtionships between men and women. Every guest there will


    be family, or spouses. No lovers or friends allowed.”


    Nheless, Debbie still tried to excuse herself.


    “But we’re not—” She left her sentence unfinished.


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    Carlos said nothing. He understood what his mom meant, and he was sure that she’d side with him this


    time.


    As he expected, Miranda continued working on Debbie. She grabbed the evening dress and handed it


    to the young mother, whispering, “Don’t be stupid. Now you can prove you’re his wife. I know you’re still


    pissed, but Look at the big picture. This is a good thing. Get it?”


    Debbie Listened to her. She made sense. Miranda had told her she could be mad. She could throw


    tantrums or yell at him. But if she wanted to be Mrs. Hilton, she needed to do everything she could to


    achieve that goal.


    Still reluctant, Debbie pursed her lips and red at the silent man.


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    He looked back at her, feigning innocence. Then, she took the evening dress from Miranda’s hands


    and nodded, “Yeah.”


    She went upstairs to get changed.


    Mother and son sat opposite each other on the sofa. Miranda poured two cups of tea, and offered one


    to Carlos.


    “James had a private meeting with Funk Hinchcliffe, assistant general manager from Pinsent Group


    Something seems fishy. Keep an eye on them,” she advised seriously


    Carlos took a sip of the tea and replied calmly, “I know. James helped


    Funknd a big ount before. That fattened both their wallets. What timing. James must be feeding


    the guy insider news.”


    Miranda smiled understandingly.


    “Let me guess. News Leaked to them by you?”


    “Of course.” Carlos smirked. He wasn’t going to let that sly old fox outwit him this time. The news he let


    slip was fake. Now he could get at James and Funk, or even purchase the Pinsent Group.


    After chatting for a while, Carlos went upstairs to check if Debbie was ready. Debbie had just changed


    into her evening dress and was about to don the high heels.


    As soon as he came into the bedroom, he saw Debbie dressed in the pale apricot fishtail gown. Only


    thinyer ofce covered her shoulders and arms, so her sexy corbones were revealed.