"You know the story between and Hayden!" Debbie said in an affirmative tone.
"Yes, I know. Last ti, I was invited to a party, and he was there as well. He is now the head of the Gu family and has a partnership with ZL Group. Carlos also t him once," said Curtis. But he didn't ntion that when Hayden had co to greet Carlos last ti, the latter had ignored him completely.
"Uh, got it. Hey, Mr. Lu, can't you just answer my question? My curiosity is killing ! Why are you being so nice to ?" Debbie asked the question again.
Curtis shook his head with profound resignation. "Curiosity kills the cat. Fine, I'm telling you why, and please don't ask the sa question again."
Debbie sat straight and stared at Curtis with a hopeful expression.
"I'm being nice to you because I want you to be happy every day."
Debbie sat still, waiting for his next words. But he shut his mouth, saying no more. Eyes wide, she asked in disbelief, "That's it?"
"Yes. What else do you want to hear?" asked Curtis, with one hand propped against his chin and eyes fixed into the distance. Obviously, there was sothing more.
'Why do I have a feeling he's being cryptic?' Debbie wondered.
What she wanted to know was why Curtis was so nice to her. Did he know her parents or sothing? But apparently he was not going to explain. Debbie gave him a fake smile and waved her hand. "Thank you for your advice, Mr. Lu. I'm leaving now," she said as she stood up to leave.
"All right. Get back to class. Also rember to go back ho early in the evening."
Debbie rolled her eyes secretly. She was not planning to go back ho this evening. Although she felt much better after speaking with Curtis, she hated to see gan at the villa.
anwhile, at the ZL Group, the mont Carlos walked in, all employees could feel sothing was wrong. Gloom was written all over his face. Everyone got out of his way after greeting him, for fear that they might be the target of his tantrum.
Even in a eting with the senior executives, Carlos still kept his long face. Hardly had the director of the Financial Departnt begun to report his work before Carlos lost his temper and scolded him with a vicious diatribe.
Other executives swallowed hard and tried to hold their breaths. As he ranted, everyone began to ponder what they would say to make sure their boss would not be triggered. But once Carlos had started, there was no stopping. Like a rabid dog he railed at everyone indiscriminately.
Emtt took a chance to sneak out of the eting room and called Debbie. "Mrs. Huo, it's , Emtt."
"I know it's you. I've saved your number." Debbie was leaning over the desk as she answered the phone.
"What happened to Mr. Huo today? Did soone offend him? Do you have any idea how to calm him down?" While he was on the phone, a girl stord out of the eting room with tears streaming down her cheeks. Obviously, she was also one of the targets of Carlos' tantrum.
"What's wrong with him?" asked Debbie, equally surprised.
"You know what, Mr. Huo is in a foul mood today. I don't know who might have offended him earlier, but he has gone on to scold almost everyone in the company, including secretaries and the VP. I guess after the eting, we assistants will be his next targets. Mrs. Huo, could you please do sothing to save the situation? We really need your help!" Emtt sounded like he was losing his mind.
'He's in a bad mood. Is it because of ?' Debbie mused.
She was not sure, so she answered Emtt, "It's of no use to call . He won't listen to ."
"Don't be so modest! If he didn't listen to you, I'd be still stuck at the construction site, carrying bricks. Mrs. Huo, please do us the favor. You only need to call Mr. Huo and say sothing sweet. I believe it will work. Please, please..."
Debbie was amused at his utter desperation.
When she didn't respond, Emtt asked in confusion, "Mrs. Huo, could it be, his mood is sothing to do with marital problems?"
"What?!" Debbie exclaid.
As she was about to say sothing, she heard Carlos roaring at the other end of the line, "Emtt Zhong, get your ass in right now!"
Emtt was so frightened he even forgot to hang up. He rushed into the eting room and stood beside Carlos addressing him respectfully, "Mr. Huo."
Carlos noticed the phone in his hand was on and asked in a cold voice, "This is eting hour. Whose call is that, still active on your phone?"
Holy crap! Emtt imdiately hid his phone behind his back, but it was too late.
Carlos could tell from his reaction that sothing was not right. With a gloomy face, he snatched his phone away and his face changed at the caller ID.
He cast a burning glance at Emtt, who was in cold sweat, and put the phone near his ear. "Yes? Anything?"
Only two words were enough to draw all the senior executives' attention. 'Who's on the phone? Mr. Huo's voice has magically changed. Why so soft all of a sudden?' they mused.
"No...nothing... Uh, here's the thing. I was shopping...and I saw a... I saw a... a book. I guess you would be interested. Do you want it?"
No one responded. Debbie wiped the cold sweat off her forehead. She had not expected Carlos to snatch Emtt's phone. What was she going to say? In front of her was a book, so she found a la excuse.
"Are you trying to apologize?" Carlos asked.
"No. Bye!" Debbie was about to hang up, but Carlos' next words stopped her.
"Don't you dare hang up!" He suddenly stood up, swept over the executives, whose heads were lowered, and said coldly, "The eting is done."
Then he left the eting room, with Emtt's phone still in his hand.
After Carlos was gone, the eting room went into an uproar. Everyone gathered around Emtt, eager to know who was on the phone.
"Emtt, who's that miracle worker that made Mr. Huo change his tone so abruptly?"
"Man, aren't you just a savior?! If Mr. Huo continued to scold us like that, I would have jumped off the building."
Emtt cleared his voice before saying, "This is Mr. Huo's private life and I have to keep it a secret. Please excuse , I need to go back to work."
Not until Carlos entered his office did he realize he was using Emtt's phone. "Call ."
After saying that, he hung up.
Debbie was left speechless. 'I'm still mad at him! Why would I call him?'
While she was still at a loss whether she would call Carlos or not, she got a text ssage from Emtt saying, "Mrs. Huo, Mr. Huo lost his temper again! Help!"
Having no ti to think, Debbie dialed Carlos' number. When the phone was connected, she yelled, "Old man, what's wrong with you? Why so touchy?"
With a sneer, Carlos answered, "You know exactly why!"
Not knowing how to respond, Debbie remained silent for a mont. 'Is he mad because I made him lose face in front of gan or sothing?'
After a long pause, Carlos broke the silence. "Do you have sothing you want to say to ?"
"Yes, I have."
"Say it."
"I want to sleep in the dorm this evening."
"Not a chance!"
"Then, I'm done."
With a gloomy expression, Carlos said, "I'll pick you up this evening."
"No, please. Don't!" answered a stubborn Debbie.
Carlos gnashed his teeth and snarled, "Are you sure?"
"I gotta go. Bye!"
Before he could respond, she hung up.
Turning around, he thundered, "Emtt Zhong!"
The force in his voice sent chills running down Emtt's spine. 'I thought he has cald down after talking to his wife. Why is he angry again?'
It was the beginning of a long, terrible day for Emtt.
But that night, just as she had promised, Debbie slept in the dorm with Kristina.
It was almost 1 a.m. when she finally got off work in the bar. The dorm gates were shut, and she didn't have the doorkeeper's phone. She called Jared who found a person to call the doorkeeper and ask her to open the gates.
Early the next morning, when Debbie woke up, she was surprised to find she was cramping. Regular as clockwork, she had always marked her nses. Apparently, the last one month must have been stressful to make her forget sothing that basic. She sighed to ease the pressure.
She was in another dilemma. When she had agreed to leave the dorm and stay with Carlos at the villa, she had moved all her clothes. Now, she didn't have any clean pants with her.
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