Take My Breath Away Chapter 177: Going To New York

Emtt was always on the ball and a quick thinker, but at this mont, Hayden's abrupt words confused him. "Mr. Gu, what do you an?"

"Not enough? How about ten million? I can tell you don't love Debbie. I want her back. So just give a chance with her."

'Of course I don't love Debbie. How could I?' Emtt mused. "Mr. Gu, there must be so misunderstanding," he said.

"What is it? More money? Just say the word. If you're worried that you won't be able to find soone else, I'll help you out. With 10 million burning a hole in your pocket, you'll be married in a flash."

Emtt wanted to cuss this guy out. He was stupid—this man on the other end of the phone. He wouldn't stop talking, for one, and he wouldn't let Emtt get a word in edgewise. He kept outbidding himself to boot. Even if Emtt were in a position to bargain, the man just kept going. Emtt couldn't even accept his offer. Finally, he interrupted him. "Mr. Gu! I know I'm just a secretary, but I can't be bought. Besides, I don't care about your money. If I were you, I'd spend more ti with Miss Qin. It's late. Good night, Mr. Gu."

Emtt hung up the call without giving Hayden ti to respond.

Everyone in Y City knew that Hayden was getting engaged to a daughter of the Qin family.

Hayden was furious and tossed his phone on the desk. He hated being hung up on. He rubbed his cheeks in frustration and sighed heavily. 'How do I get Debbie back?'

The next morning, Carlos and Debbie were going to make the trip to New York. Before leaving for the airport, Carlos went to his office to delegate his duties. Other people needed to pick up the slack. He wasn't going to have his company fall apart simply because he wasn't there. Debbie slept in. She didn't start packing until she finished her late breakfast.

Still, when she was done packing, Carlos hadn't made it ho. She waited. And then she even took a nap. It was not until nearly noon that she heard the sounds of a car pulling up. Debbie got out of bed swiftly and dashed onto the balcony. Carlos was back! She waved at the car happily. Emtt got out and opened the back door. Carlos looked at her as he stepped out of the car.

"Mr. Handso!" Debbie shouted to him.

Carlos stretched out his arms. Debbie dashed through their bedroom and across the hallway. From there she raced down the stairs into the living room, threw open the main doors to the villa, and ran into the arms of the man who strode towards her.

"Wow, you're sure in a good mood. Is it because we're going to New York?" asked Carlos.

Debbie shook her head. "Nope."

She had ti off classes the past couple days, and it was getting boring. She had nothing to do. But now that she saw Carlos, she wished she were a cuff link, going with him everywhere.

Debbie opened her mouth, trying to say sothing else when a joyful voice ca from behind them, "Aunt Debbie, are you done packing?"

Debbie craned her neck to see around Carlos. When she looked at the car, she saw a girl sitting in the back seat—gan.

'Oh, right. She's going with us to New York, ' Debbie rembered.

She nodded to the girl. Just then, a servant carried Debbie's luggage out of the house.

Debbie thought it bad form to whisper in front of soone, but there was sothing she just had to say to Carlos. She needed to get this off her chest, and she didn't care about what kind of strange looks she got from others. This was extrely necessary. She stood on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear, "I want to sit in another car with you, just the two of us. Want to?"

Carlos knew exactly what she was up to, but he loved how flirty she was being right now. He started to get horny.

He beckoned Emtt to co closer and said to him, "You and gan go ahead."

Emtt was confused, but he was too afraid to ask. He rembered how vengeful Carlos could be, so he didn't question his orders. "Yes, Mr. Huo," he nodded.

When the car was started, gan stuck her head out the window and asked, "Uncle Carlos, aren't you getting in the car?"

"Go on. Your aunt Debbie and I will be along soon."

The Emperor left. Carlos called his driver, Matan, and soon another posh car was driven out of the garage and stopped in front of them. This one had so serious dramatic flair, the Maserati Quattroporte. She climbed into the sumptuous, leather-lined cabin. The seats were exquisitely padded, covered in brown leather, along with a grey subcushion of mory foam for optimal comfort.

Carlos sat next to Debbie.

The glossy black car drove slowly out of the manor. Debbie leaned against his shoulder and started asking all kinds of questions. "Is Grandpa awake yet? Will Grandma and Dad like ? Who else is living in the house besides Dad and Mom? Where will we live? Will you stay with every day after we get there?"

Carlos was totally speechless. He swore this wasn't the flirty mont he was hoping for.

Although resigned, he didn't lose his patience. "Grandpa is getting better, but he still hasn't co around yet. My family will like you. You and I will live in the manor in New York just like everyone else in my family. I'll work there, but I'll also make as much ti for you as possible."

Then Carlos gave Debbie a general rundown of his family mbers. "My dad is a hothead. You'd better not talk to him alone. If there is sothing that requires you to talk to him, tell first, and I'll do it for you," he added.

"Got it," Debbie replied. She was curious. 'How short-tempered can my father-in-law be? Is his temper worse than Carlos'?'

When they got to the airport, gan had already checked in. Emtt was waiting for them at the luggage consignnt area. After checking the luggage, Emtt turned to them and said, "Mr. and Mrs. Huo, happy New Year! I look forward to seeing you soon!"

"Huh? Aren't you going with us?" Debbie asked. Ever since she t Carlos, Emtt had been around him every day. Now that he wouldn't be around, Debbie found it weird. She had gotten to like the fellow.

Knowing that Debbie was disappointed, Emtt was moved. "Don't worry, Tomboy. All of my family mbers are in Y City, so it would be bad form to leave. The secretaries in New York will pick you up when you get there. I'll see you next year. I'll miss you," he joked, which was rare.

"Tomboy?" Carlos asked icily. "Since when are you and my wife so close? It's Mrs. Huo to you."

Emtt had no words, spending his ti in stunned silence. He had gone over all the other forms of addresses in his head. "Tomboy" seed to be the least likely to make his boss jealous. However, obviously, he was wrong. Carlos was way too possessive. Emtt looked at Debbie sympathetically and said, "I feel for you, Mrs. Huo."

"What?" Carlos asked imdiately before Debbie could say anything.

Emtt wasn't stupid enough to share what he really thought. He chuckled nervously. "I feel for Mrs. Huo because she has such a wonderful husband. Right, Mrs. Huo? The man of your dreams."

It didn't make sense. Carlos knew it. If Emtt really thought he was a good husband, he wouldn't have used the expression "feel for her." "I hear that your family is trying to arrange blind dates for you. I'll call Prof. Dou."

Hearing this, Emtt beca fretful. "Hey, it's almost New Year. Do you have to be so cruel?"

Hmm? Debbie looked back and forth between the two. 'Why call Prof. Dou?' "Which Prof. Dou?" Debbie couldn't help asking.

Carlos pulled her into his arms and ignored Emtt. "Prof. Marc Dou," he answered while they walked towards the VIP passage.