Tristan was amused by Kasie’s question, but he tried his best to maintain a serious face. ‘First of all, Mr. Huo is a gentleman who will not force women to do anything they don’t want. Second, Debbie is his wife. It wouldn’t be inappropriate if they did end up doing something, ‘ he thought to himself. “Don’t worry. What Mr. Huo is doing is for Miss Nian’s own good,” he reassured Kasie.

Tristan didn’t know what his boss would do to Debbie, but he knew it would do him best to stay away from their matters.

Kasie, however, still felt worried about her friend, for she remembered what Kristina had told her before — Carlos intended to bury Debbie alive the last time. “How about I get in and stay with Debbie? I swear I’ll just sit there and listen to Mr. Huo. I won’t make any noise,” she pleaded.

Tristan shook his head and thought, ‘If I let you in, Mr. Huo will be angry with me. I don’t want to be punished by him. I should take warning from Emmett’s example.’ He cleared his throat and said, “Miss Zheng, I assure you that Mr. Huo won’t do anything to Miss Nian. Would you please stop worrying about your friend?”

Kasie had no choice but to leave because she realized that Tristan would not let her pass by any means. As she walked to the classroom, she couldn’t stop getting worked up about Debbie.

In Carlos’ office

Carlos placed a folder on the desk in front of Debbie and said, “For the rest of this semester, you will need to take these classes — Yoga, Dancing, Piano, Etiquette… You also need to take part in the post-graduate entrance exams, so I will be your teacher for English, Advanced Mathematics and Financial Economy.”

“Stop, stop!” Debbie interrupted, as her eyes widened at the sight of the countless classes listed.

She leaned forward to get close to him and said, “Old man, who gave you the right to arrange so many classes for me?” ‘Did you ever ask for my opinion? Did I ever give you my consent?’ she cursed in her mind.

‘Old man? Am I really that old to her?’ Carlos knitted his eyebrows and answered in a low voice, “I’m your husband.”

His voice was so captivating and attractive that Debbie got caught in a trance. It took her a while before she came back to her senses. Feigning a calm disposition, she cleared her throat and retorted, “Yes, I’m not denying that. You are just my husband, but what you’ve done to me only makes me wonder if you’re treating me like I’m your daughter.”

Carlos’ face soured when he heard what she had said. As hurtful as they were, there was truth in her harsh words.

All of a sudden, he reached out to pull her into his arms and forced her

ornful glance at her phone as if she were looking at Kasie in person.

“Debbie, Mr. Huo must have a thing for you. What are you waiting for? Go to him and make him your man!” Kasie yelled.

‘What the fuck?! Are you kidding me?’ Debbie was shocked by her friend’s suggestion. She snapped back, “Kasie Zheng, are you my friend or not? Since when did you become my pimp? How dare you ask me to… to go to him and…” Debbie was too shy to utter the words, “make him my man”.

Why did Kasie give in to Carlos’ handsome face so easily? Debbie couldn’t believe what her friend had just told her.

“Come on! If I weren’t your friend, I would have gone to him myself. He is Mr. Huo! Do you know what that means? If you become his woman, do you know how many women will be jealous of you? Tomboy, you’ll be a real-life winner!”

Debbie was rendered speechless.

On the other hand, Carlos was really efficient and reliable. The next morning, the dance teacher arrived at the East City Villa by 8 a.m.

As Debbie’s first class in the university started at 10:30 a.m., she was still sound asleep when the teacher arrived. Julie came to Debbie’s bedroom and gently woke her up. When Debbie squinted her sleepy eyes at her, Julie told her that the dance teacher was waiting for her in the dance room.

After readying herself, Debbie entered the dance room. The moment she saw the dance teacher, her eyes lit up and she became enthusiastic about taking lessons.

The teacher was about Debbie’s age. She had a pretty face, and most importantly, a perfect figure. Debbie could tell from the way she dressed that she was a soft and gentle girl. Debbie was almost drooling over her, firmly under the impression that most men would fall for her at first sight.