Chapter 504 It''s Good To Work For Mr. Huo


    Dixon poured out his heart to Debbie. He was so grateful. If he hadn''t met her, then he''d never have


    come across Carlos, who recognized his talent and gave him the tools to change his life.


    Debbie was stunned for a while. She didn''t want him to feel too much pressure, so she said


    purposefully, "Don''t say that. Carlos knows talent when he sees it. He''s smart too, which is why he


    gave you the job. You''re working hard to pay him back, right? But of course, if you still feel like you owe


    him, then..." She paused, looking at him mischievously.


    "Then what?"


    "Then you can give yourself to him. Bwhahaha..." She began guffawing.


    Amused, Dixon alsoughed out loud. He felt as if a heavy weight was being lifted off of his shoulders.


    He echoed her joke, "If I give myself to Mr. Huo, then won''t you get jealous? Will you be his wife or his


    mistress?"


    "I''m the wife—you''re the mistress. Lucky you''re a guy. If you were a woman, I''d be mad." Yes, if Dixon


    were an intelligent woman, sponsored to study abroad by Carlos, it would look like that Dixon was a


    mistress.


    Dixon always felt helpless at the weird ideas in this old friend''s mind. He shook his head and rebuked,


    "What''s all that about? I wonder how Mr. Huo puts up with you."


    "Hey, what do you mean? You mean I don''t deserve him?" Debbie snapped, sounding angry.


    Dixon sighed gloomily. What did he say? Why did she twist his words like that? But he didn''t know what


    to do about it. "I didn''t mean it that way. You''re a lucky woman. He''s the only one who can put you on a


    short leash."Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org.


    His exnation only added fuel to the fire. Debbie wasn''t happy, and besides, she had drunk too much


    wine tonight, so she began to make a fuss. ring at him, she confronted, "What did you say? A


    leash? Like an animal? A tigress?"


    "And not like that either. But you do have a bad temper." Dixon didn''t have to work tonight, and Carlos


    was quite far away, so he wasn''t in any rush. He didn''t mind throwing down and arguing with Debbie


    over stupid things.


    "Bad temper? I think I''ve been remarkably tolerant of you trash talking me. I''m better than I was four


    years ago," she retorted and red at him, unconvinced by his judgment.


    Holding back hisughter, he provoked her calmly, "You''re ring at me with eyes so wide they''re


    about to fall out and roll around on the table. You call that ''better?'' Maybe he should tie you up. If he


    spoils you any more, you''ll think you''re Queen of the World."


    As soon as he was done speaking, Debbie punched his shoulder. "Humph! Taking Carlos'' side, I see.


    Dixon Shu, we aren''t friends anymore."


    He grinned broadly, revealing his neat and white teeth. "Oh, that''s bad. Tristan always reminds me to


    fawn over you. He says that if Mr. Huo gets mad, I can call you for help."


    "No way. You''re beyond help, anyway."


    The two friends bantered back and forth endearingly the whole way there. Neither of them backed


    down. The driver couldn''t follow what they were saying at all. But he didn''t need to pay attention


    anyway. He just kept his eyes on the road, and gave them their privacy.


    He was a responsible and trustworthy driver. That was why Carlos temporarily assigned him toe


    pick up Debbie and Dixon tonight. Although he had worked with Dixon for a few days, this was the first


    time he saw himugh like a child.


    Moreover, Debbie, the famous singer, was quite different from what he saw on TV. Now, she was like a


    kid, trying to pull a prank on Dixon. He loved the fact that she was so down-to-earth.


    But the driver didn''t detect a hint of romance between them. They just acted naturally, like some old


    friends. No wonder Mr. Huo let Dixon escort Debbie to him.


    When they reached the hotel, Debbie felt a little sleepy, so she decided to call Carlos instead of going


    inside. "We just got here. I''ll wait for you in the car outside," she told him.


    "No. I''ming out now." Then she heard Carlos tell the other people, "I''m sorry. My wife is waiting for


    me outside. We''ll pick this up some other time." He took his leave, and then Debbie heard a lot of noise


    on the other end. It sounded like all of them stood up to escort him out of the room.


    Dixon got out of the car and stood there, waiting for Carlos.


    Soon enough, the man on the phone emerged from the entrance of the hotel, surrounded by a swarm


    of people who respectfully saw him off.


    Debbie rolled down the window. Carlos ran his eyes over the cars parked on the roadside and soon


    spotted his car. Dixon was already striding towards him.


    She hung up the phone, stuck her head out and waved at him. Under the dim light from the street


    lamps, she vaguely saw him smiling. But she wasn''t sure of it.


    As he slowly approached the car, she finally saw clearly that Carlos was really smiling.


    The driver opened the back door for him. He stole a kiss on her lips upon settling in the seat. Before


    she could protest, he asked casually, "Are you full now?"


    The faint fragrance of wine reached his nose. Looking at Debbie''s red face, Carlos thought of


    something, his eyes glimmering with desire.


    Each time she drank wine, it would be a good chance for him to sessfully have sex with her...


    Unaware of what the cunning man was nning to do, Debbie honestly replied, "Yes, I''m full." She had


    eaten a lot during the reunion dinner with her friends. The five of them were all in a good mood, so they


    had ordered a table of dishes. Dixon was the one who paid the bill in the end. Because he insisted that


    there was no better use of his money than to see his friends happy.


    Dixon didn''t get in the car. He was nning to hail a taxi himself, but he heard Carlos tell the driver,


    "Drive Mr. Shu home first."


    The driver responded, "Yes, Mr. Huo."


    Since Carlos had given the order, Dixon didn''t refuse and sat in the passenger seat.


    The car steadily pulled into a high-end neighborhood near ZL Group. Since he had returned from


    abroad, Dixon had been living in the apartment leased by thepany. Looking at her surroundings,


    Debbie was curious about what Dixon''s apartment looked like. She wanted to go upstairs and have a


    look. This made Carlos jealous. But she got what she wanted. Holding her hand, he asked Dixon to


    guide them to his apartment.


    ZL Group definitely took care of its employees. Dixon''s unit was about eighty square meters, full


    equipped, with two bedrooms and a living area, more than enough for a single man. After taking a tour


    around his apartment, Debbie couldn''t help but marvel, "Wow, this is some crib. It''s so good to work for


    Mr. Huo." Yes, you could hardly find such a generous boss anywhere.


    Dixon served two sses of water for them. Nodding his head in agreement, he joked, "Yes, I agree.


    Mr. Huo treats the staff well. We''re both his staff, Tomboy. Be a good singer, and return our boss''s


    generousness."


    "Oh! You just reminded me. I''m also working for Mr. Huo now," Debbie said seriously.


    Carlos grinned. "You want a promotion?"


    "A promotion? To what position?" she asked, confused. She stood in front of the window, looking over


    the city.


    "The CEO''s wife."


    Debbie was left speechless. He spared no opportunity to talk about marriage. But she wouldn''t give in


    so easily, so she answered stubbornly, "My careeres first."


    Dixon carefully observed Carlos'' face. Her blunt refusal didn''t piss him off. Instead, he still kept gazing


    at her with tenderness in his eyes.


    The old saying was right. Even a hero could be defeated by a beauty. The cold CEO had surrendered


    to the beautiful singer.