Mr. Hilton's Dilemma: Hard To Get His Wife Back

aughed at Debbie. "What an ignorant girl! Tell you wha

red at her blankly while Kasie closed her e

Carlos so many times...' Lifting her head up to look at Debbie, Kasie shook her head. 'I

ing dazzled in riches; from antique paintings, precious artifacts, to state of the art furniture.

oared with

just escaped from a hospital. The crowd came to an agree

eason why Debbie had s

wealth the Shining International Plaza would bring would have made some people go

aken over by some evil spirit. Stepping in once again, he bent down, sw

ing. She immediately yelled in disapproval, "Hey! Jared! What the hell are you doing?!" Ignoring Debbie's statements, Jared continued to carry her. "Put me down! I can't let that pig speak ill o

fers to go to the Civil Affairs Department right now to get it done immediately! Say it!' Wearing a smile full of chutzp

fire. Flashing Carlos a smile, Kasie humbly apologized, "We are terribly, terribly sorry, Carlos. Our friend here

ina and Dixon, which got Debbie fuming. "We're deeply so

ought to take Tomboy to a mental hospital..." Jared panted. Exhaustion was present on his body as he had to carry Debbie to prevent her from doing anything that could get them into further trouble. "We should... try to contact the president of that hospital..." Jared continued amidst catching his breath, "and say

Debbie pushed herself off of the car and held the exhausted Jared against his collar.

mething up with you." Taking her hand back from Kasie's grip, Debbie also released Jared from her grasp. Kasie continued, "You do know who you were talking to, right? That was Carlos, for Christ's s

ight hand on her forehead in irritation. "I'

strated Dixon to find out that Debbie remained unchanged, uninfluenced. Even after so many years, she still despised studying. It

esponded. "Again." There was no trace of embarrassment or remorse in her tone. "Hey Ja---" She sho

called to Kasie, "Hey Kasie! I'm going t

ore handing the keys over, she had concern all over her face

believe me, ' Debbie thought to herself. 'It might even further convince

my head. Also, don't worry. Carlos won't make trouble for us." All Debbie wanted to do r

tarted to compose a text message. "Carlos, I want a divorce! You

. I should change it.' Taking a deep breath, Debbie then started to compose another message. "Carlos, please don't make trouble for my friends. I am sorry f

so, I'm pissed at him, too.' Staring at her phone long and hard, conflicted about what messag

the phone. As Emmett was Carlos' assistant, he must know something. Once Ph

e of driving Olga home as his boss, Carlos, had instruc

t. This is D

s sitting in the passenger's seat. He clear

greeting immediately c

Hilton anymore, so I'd like for you to stop

divorce isn't decided yet, according to courtes

But, hey, can I ask you something? Carlos's not irritated with my fri

they left, Emmett then responded, "No. Carlos just

ne so much, he would immediately ask Emmett to get rid of th

bbie charming? Was

for women to look good even without make up and so far, Debbie succeed

ebbie sighed heavily. "Could yo

ke things into her hands and search for Carlos on her

ags you into our problem." Debbie pleaded, "Okay?" That man seemed petty. How tolerant could Carlos be since he had just held a strong grudge against De

other side of the call had expected that E

Debbie started, "and one day, I'll have to tell Carlo

Hilt

you to a nice dinner next time, okay?" If Emmett were to help Deb

mett to be threatened by a girl. Sighin

l should be the cold boss' type.' In order to make sure that his boss, Carlos, w

The moment the call ended, Olga immediately shot Emmett a question, "Emmett, was that Mrs. Hilton?" she asked, intending to conceal her urgency as she feigned a tone of ignorance. Howe