True Love Waits

Chapter 6 Who Do You Think You Are

The eyes surrounding Debbie widened like plates. Wanting to add more fuel to the fire, Jared leaned

against Dixon who stood behind him. Feigning a terrified voice, he placed a hand over his mouth, "Oh

my… Doctor… Is Tomboy… Is she going crazy?"

Who would have thought that being a well-rounded brilliant student came with disadvantages? Dixon

still couldn't wrap his mind around it. Often, Jared loved to banter with Dixon and call him 'doctor.'

Though, this time Dixon's concern fell with Jared's statement as Dixon did also agree that Debbie was

acting quite odd today.

On the other hand, Kasie was completely calm and collected at the situation unfolding. Kicking Jared

on his foot, Kasie eyed him and scolded, "Hey, Debbie's still a girl. Girls are supposed to be spoiled

and it is normal for us to act spoiled, so get used to it." Shifting her gaze to everyone in the room, Kasie

continued, "Besides, Tomboy uses a million dollar car to go to places. I'd say that having dinner on the

fifth floor of the Alioth Building is something normal for her to do, so why do you have such surprised

looks on your faces?"

Only then did Jared realize Kasie had made a compelling point. Standing up from his spot and

straightening out his clothes, Jared then began, "Sure, she may be able to afford the place but you

know, the fifth floor of the Alioth Building requires reservations. We can't just barge in there! Besides,

it's also lunch time already! Even if we were allowed to step in, I'm sure there'd be no tables available

for us."

Never did Jared intend to belittle Debbie, he merely disclosed the truth.

Every time Jared's father needed to entertain and welcome distinguished clients on the fifth floor of the

Alioth Building, he made sure to file a reservation at least one week, sometimes even three months

prior to the client's arrival.

While the rest were indulging themselves in chatter, Debbie looked preoccupied. Even before she had

met Carlos, the title of Mrs. Huo had never meant anything to her. Until now. The moment when Debbie

saw Carlos with another woman in public, it made her uneasy. To add, he seemed to spend money

lavishly on that woman as well.

It came to Debbie's attention that the lipstick set Carlos had bought the woman was worth a hundred

thirty thousand. The other commodities in the bags Emmett had carried probably cost tens or hundreds

of thousand each.

Not once being petty nor frugal with Debbie, Carlos had always given her a hefty amount for her

monthly allowance, though, she insisted she only take a portion as she was still a student and there

was no such need for her to carry such a huge amount of money with her. The rest of the money was

then deposited by Philip and from there, Debbie never inquired about anything else afterwards.

It never hit Debbie to indulge herself into buying such expensive commodities such as a lipstick set.

However, Carlos had bought that lipstick set for the woman with him as soon as the woman uttered that

she wanted it. Considering this, why should she, his wife, be frugal at every angle of her life just to save

a penny?

On another thought, since a divorce was about to split the two, why didn't she enjoy the life of Mrs. Huo

when she still could?

Glancing towards her group of friends who were still absorbed in going to the fifth floor of the Alioth

Building, Debbie thought that all of them deserved a delectable meal.

'A little lunch for all of them wouldn't hurt, ' Debbie chuckled to herself. 'It's decided. They're all getting

lunch.'

Taking out her phone from her pocket, Debbie then dialed Philip's number and pressed the phone

against her ear to talk.

A minute after, the call between Debbie and Philip ended. Turning to her friends as she placed her

phone back in her pocket, she cleared her throat deliberately which succeeded in catching everyone's

attention. All eyes were now on her and they all looked at her curiously.

"Well, why're all of you just standing there?" Debbie asked as she turned her heel, already talking

towards the exit. "We have to get going."

All looked at one another, then to Debbie. One spoke up in response. It was Kristina. Wondering

cautiously, Kristina asked, "Where exactly are we going?"

Turning her head to face Kristina and the crowd, Debbie answered with a grin on her profile, "To the

fifth floor of the Alioth Building, of course. Wouldn't you like to have an exquisite lunch there?"

On the fifth floor of the Alioth Building, Debbie was patiently waiting for their private booth to be

confirmed.

When the elevator doors opened, Debbie's attention fell to the man stepping off of the elevator. The

said man was hard to miss as the man had an aura oozing with intimidation and arrogance. The man's

presence was completely overbearing.

'Damn… It's him again…' Debbie placed a hand against her chest, bitter. Before her proposal for a

divorce, it took her more than once in a blue moon to be able to meet such a man of power. Although,

ever since Debbie had inquired Philip to hand Carlos the divorce papers, it was as if the universe had

made it so much easier to meet. This was, perhaps, their third meeting already.

Mind going haywire with the possibility of this man purposely creating such coincidences, Debbie

thought that this was maybe his effort to save their marriage.

"Who let these people here?!" Carlos' voice boomed in anger. "Throw them out!"

With a voice that strong, Debbie snapped out from her trail of thoughts and her attention fell onto the

situation beginning to unfold.

The floor manager was as pale as a sheet of paper. He took a deep breath and answered, "Mr. Huo,

these are Philip's guests."

Upon hearing Philip's name uttered, Carlos sent a cold glance unto the college students. "Emmett, they

can all stay except her."

Emmett knew exactly whom Carlos was referring to.

Someone was desperate to keep her laughter in check and it was none other than Olga. It amused her

when she heard of Carlos' impassive order. 'He must love me so much that he'd do this for me, ' she

thought to herself as she looked at Carlos dreamily. 'He's the best.'

'Why is Mr. Huo treating Mrs. Huo this way?' Emmett pondered upon himself. 'Why does he despise

her so much?'

These kinds of thoughts continued to consume Emmett, now in a stand-still.

With a minute about to pass, Carlos noticed that Emmett still did not do his task. It was then, as if the

word 'patience' had never existed within Carlos. A grim look was cast towards Emmett's direction. It

belonged to none other than Carlos. "So, you can't even handle such a small task?"

"N-No, Mr. Huo. It's not like that at all." Emmett grew flustered. "S-She's…"

Aware of what Emmett was about to utter from his lips, Debbie winked at him, sincerely hoping that he

wouldn't reveal her identity.

Yet, Debbie was caught in action as Carlos saw a glimpse of her gestures and, in his eyes, it seemed,

as if, she was making sheep's eyes towards Emmett. 'Huh, so she is involved with Emmett, too, '

Carlos sneered inwardly. He shifted his gaze towards Emmett, his tone somber and full of warning.

"Emmett, looks can be deceptive. Some people may portray an angel on the outside but, on the inside,

a demon covered in filth resides within them. If I were to be such a person, I would be too ashamed to

even breathe and willingly jump off this building."

Those remarks didn't help Emmett gain clarity at all as confusion continued to strike him down.

'Why is Mr. Huo holding such a grudge towards a young girl?' Emmett kept asking himself, 'And why

would he make such hostile remarks in public about her?' As far as Emmett knew, Carlos made it clear

that he never entertained the idea of building connections with women.

Someone knew whom that snide remark Carlos made was aimed at. It was none other than Debbie

and it just further fueled her rage.

None of the people who had attempted to cross her had benefited from their acts. There was absolutely

no way Debbie would let them win. The blood rushed to her head. She spat in a taunting manner, "Oh,

grow up, Carlos Huo! Why do you have to act like a child? That kiss was a mere accident." Taking

steps closer, Debbie continued, "You've already thrown me out once and here you are, about to do it.

Again. Why are you acting as if you own this place, huh? Who do you exactly think you are?"

There was truth to Debbie's words. Although Debbie had kissed Carlos, it was ultimately still her loss

as that was her first kiss. Yeah, Carlos was her husband. What of it? None of that bothered Debbie at

all. Having lost something as precious as a first kiss infuriated her. Women cared for these details, after

all.

Kristina and Jared tugged at Debbie's sleeves, preventing Debbie from speaking further. "Whoa, slow

down there, Tomboy. Chill. Mr. Huo's a man of power. We shouldn't mess with him," Jared whispered in

Debbie's ear, hoping to knock some sense into her.

Still, what Carlos had done was unforgivable. Despite being a man of power, no one, absolutely no one

had the liberty to degrade a person like that. There was no way Debbie was taking the verbal abuse

silently. "Since you say I am a filthy woman, then that kiss would definitely have fouled you." Debbie

eyed Carlos, her tone full of intent on mocking him. "So, if I should die, are you willing to die with me,

Mr. Almighty?"

Technically, they were still married. If they were just a normal couple, that would've sounded romantic

and wooed a lot of people.

The whole venue fell in utter silence upon Debbie's snide remarks on Carlos.

The crowd had started to talk among themselves. "Who'd even dare to try and kiss Carlos Huo?!

Rather, who in the right mind would even ask him to go die right in front of his face?! "

As the scene continued to unfold, the floor manager wanted to take things into his own hands despite

knowing that Debbie might get him to lose his job. As the floor manager saw Emmett unmoving, he

threw this idea away.

Emmett knew Carlos better than him after all.

Kiss. When that four-letter word left Debbie's lips, Olga clenched her jaw as she glared at Debbie in

resentment. If only Olga could, she'd strip Debbie from her clothing and have her fed to the sharks. If it

weren't for Olga's grandfather, she wouldn't have been able to stand beside Carlos.

'Even I haven't kissed him!' Olga thought to herself, screaming in frustration as she did so. 'Just asking

to link arms with Carlos would use so much of my courage and yet this girl! This girl kissed him!'

Finally, Emmett failed to contain his emotions and covered his face with both his hands, utterly

speechless. Could Debbie be more ignorant? Shining International Plaza indeed belonged to Mr. Huo

and while the divorce still hadn't gone through, Carlos and Debbie were still to be considered a married

couple. Legally speaking, whatever Carlos owned, Debbie owned it, too.

Kasie had eyed Carlos with the widest grin on her face since the moment her eyes fell on Carlos. Heart

pounding in excitement, her body grew in heat. God, she knew she was looking at a meal and it was

just waiting to be devoured. Snapping her out from her indecent thoughts was Debbie's last remark.

Clearing her throat, Kasie then raised her point, rather hesitantly as well. "Hey Tomboy, Shining

International Plaza is actually owned by Mr. Huo, you know?" Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

The second Kasie had uttered her statement, Debbie's jaw dropped, thunderstruck. Collecting herself

after what seemed to be forever, Debbie found her words, completely appalled. "C-Could you run that

by me again?"