Novel Square
Chapter 51
Chapter: 52
“And she failed the college entrance exam. As per your request, I’ve arranged her application to study in the Finance
Department of Economics and Management School of Alorith University.
She is currently a junior student…”
Noticing Debbie in the doorway, Philip gave her a sympathetic look.
Carlos, on the other hand, did not even open his eyes. It was as though he hadn’t heard the door open earlier. Deep in thought, the seemingly unaware man tapped the wooden armrest of the couch.
“What did she do in the university?” Carlos interrupted Philip’s report, his voice low and attractive at the same time. Clasping her hands together, Debbie quietly begged Philip not to throw her under the bus.
The doe-eyed lady waited for him to make a choice. After having spent three years serving her, Philip believed that she was a good girl, and so he hesitated to answer the man in front of him.
“Continue!” Carlos demanded. His voice was so cold and authoritative that it made the other two people in the room shudder at the same time.
The steward shook his head in defeat, as though he were saying, “Kid, I can’t help you this time. Only God can help you now.” Then, to Debbie’s horror, Philip began recounting everything she had done in the past three years.
If Carlos were not there, Debbie would give the steward a sarcastic thumbs-up and praise him by saying, “You’d definitely make a successful spy if it were in the wartime.”
“The dean of the university called me the other day. She was informed by someone that Debbie had formed a gang. She had gang fights, and…”
After a short pause, he added, “…and smashed a teacher’s desk.”
When Debbie heard that someone had dared to tell the dean what she had done, the first person that came to her mind was her cousin, Gail. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.
The memory of her own actions made her break out in a cold sweat.
Biting her Lower lip, she began to justify herself and thought, ‘Yes, I did smash the teacher’s desk. But it wasn’t my fault.
Wait a minute!‘ The lady folded her arms upon realizing something.
‘What’s Carlos doing right now?’ she thought furiously. ‘He’s my husband! Why is he acting Like my father all of a sudden? Debbie, don’t be afraid of him!”
But before she could speak up, Carlos’ authoritative voice echoed in the Living room.
“Enough! Clean a room for me,” he instructed Philip.
Finally, he opened his eyes and directly stared at the figure standing in the entrance.
“Is Carlos going to live here?’ Philip wondered to himself. ‘But even if he wants to live here, why does he not choose to stay in the same room with Debbie?’
Despite his burning questions, Philip did not dare to ask Carlos.
“Yes,
Carlos,” he said promptly, and went to the second floor so he could clean the biggest bedroom for his boss.
When Debbie noticed Carlos’ cold glare, her heart skipped a beat. Like a child, she gripped her shirt tightly and lowered her head to avoid looking Carlos in the eye.