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"GOOD MORNING, SWEETHEART." NO ONE KNEW SHE WAS MARRIED TO THE CEO UNTIL HE
WALKED INTO THE OFFICE HOLDING HER HAND.


Chapter 1 The Divorce Agreement "Philip, this is the divorce agreement. I've
already signed it. Please give it to Carlos." Debbie Nelson plucked up her
courage and handed the signed agreement to Philip Brown, the steward of the
Hilton family. Philip was shocked by the words "divorce agreement". His first
thought was that Debbie wanted to get a divorce so as to carve up the property
that belonged to Carlos Hilton. But as he looked through the document, he saw
that she wanted to give up everything, including her share of the mutual
property. Philip heaved a heavy sigh. "Debbie, why are you being ridiculous? Why
would you want to divorce Mr. Hilton and even choose to give up your property?"
Debbie was only a college student, and she had no parents. It was unwise for her
to ask for a divorce now, much less give up her property that was worth quite a
fortune. Embarrassed, Debbie looked away and scratched the back of her head.
"Carlos and I have been married for three years, but our marriage only exists on
paper. I don't want to waste my time on him anymore," she admitted, instead of
hiding the reason from Philip. She had a life of her own. She did not want this
nominal marriage to take her youth. In her eyes, Carlos was merely a stranger
whom she had never met literally, so she had nothing to lose if she let him go.
Besides, this marriage was arranged by her late parents. She had no feelings for
it at all. "I see. It seems that you've already made up your mind. Today... No.
I will give this to Mr. Hilton tomorrow." Debbie let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank you, Philip," she uttered with a lovely smile on her face. Philip stood
up to leave. But before he took a step, he turned to Debbie and stated, "Debbie,
Mr. Hilton is a good man. In my opinion, you two are a perfect match. I hope you
think it through again." 'A perfect match?' Debbie repeated in her mind. But she
had not even seen her husband in the past three years. Even if they were a
perfect match, so what? A bitter smile formed on her lips. She took a deep
breath and firmly replied, "Phillip, I've made up my mind." The next afternoon,
Phillip still had not received a call from Debbie. He had expected her to regret
her hasty decision to get a divorce or at least add some conditions to the
agreement. However, she did not. Resigned, Philip took out his phone and dialed
a number. As soon as he was connected to Carlos, he said, "Mr. Hilton, there's a
document that needs your signature." "What kind of document?" Carlos asked
indifferently. Philip hesitated for a moment before answering, "It's... a
divorce agreement." Carlos, who was dealing with some papers in his office,
stiffened. It was only then that he remembered he had a wife. As Phillip
received no response from the other end of the line, he suggested, "Mr. Hilton,
why don't you talk with Mrs. Hilton about it?" "How much does she want?" Carlos
asked coldly. "Nothing. She even wishes to give up her share of your mutual
property." "She wants to give up everything?" "That's right. But Mr. Hilton, I
would like to remind you that your father is not in good health at the moment.
If he finds out about this, he will lose his temper again. What's more, if the
news that your wife has abandoned you spreads, I'm afraid it will leave a bad
impact on you and the company," Philip concluded calmly. "Very well. Put the
agreement in my office. I'll return to Alorith in two days." "Yes, Mr. Hilton."
Philip did not dare to say anything more. After all, once Carlos had made up his
mind, nobody could change his decision. In the Blue Night Bar in Alorith. As the
night fell, more and more young people entered the bar. Debbie usually wore
casual clothes. But since today was her birthday, she had decided to wear a pink
dress trimmed with lace. It was unusual for her to dress like a lady. Several
classmates of hers pulled out their phones and took pictures with her. While
they were enjoying the party, a fat drunkard appeared out of nowhere and wrapped
an arm around Debbie's waist. "Hey, beautiful lady. Let's also take a photo." As
the man sexually harassed her, Debbie slapped him across the face with all her
strength. The drunkard sobered up in an instant. He gritted his teeth in anger
and walked closer, intending to teach Debbie a lesson. Fortunately, her
classmates stood in front of her to protect her. Debbie was a sheer beauty. This
was not the first time she had experienced being harassed by filthy men. One of
Debbie's classmates looked at the drunkard up and down and commented with utter
disdain, "Can you behave yourself? It's embarrassing for an old man like you to
annoy a young girl." "Next time, look at yourself in the mirror before you leave
your house. How did you have the nerve to take a picture with a decent lady? "
another mocked. The man was enraged that the group of young people insulted his
appearance. Fuming with anger, he put down his drink and bellowed, "How dare
you?! I won't let you off!" As soon as he said those words, he waved his hand.
Soon, a group of hooligans surrounded Debbie and her classmates. Those who had
attended Debbie's birthday were her college students. Afraid they would make
trouble for themselves, they did not dare to fight off campus. Meanwhile,
Debbie's eyes widened in horror upon realizing that they were outnumbered by
those hooligans. So, without hesitation, she shouted, "Run!" Her classmates were
also aware that this was not the right time to be a hero. Without wasting a
second, they picked up their bags and bolted. The hooligans chased them around
in all directions. Unfortunately for Debbie, she could not run fast as she was
wearing a dress and high heels. She got separated from her companions before she
could even reach the exit. Because of this, she took off her shoes and ran
barefoot. When she turned a corner, she suddenly caught sight of a familiar
figure. Meanwhile, the hooligans were getting closer. Debbie, who was a bit
tipsy, had no time to think of a plan, so she just threw herself into the man's
arms and held him in desperation. "Honey!" she called in the most coquettish
voice that she could muster.

Chater 2 Catch That Woman With a frown, Carlos looked at the beautiful woman,
who suddenly popped up in front of him. At first, he thought that she was an
unknown entertainer or model, who wanted to hook up with him. But for some
reason, her face looked so familiar. While he was lost in thought, Debbie
wheeled him around, leaned against the door and stood on tiptoe to kiss him. The
man's tall figure obscured Debbie from view. In others' eyes, it seemed that the
man was forcing Debbie to kiss him when it was actually the contrary. Carlos was
infuriated. Nobody had ever offended him like this. Just as he was about to push
Debbie away, she unbuttoned his shirt and blatantly felt his chest. She
stiffened for a second when she felt his hard and toned pecs. 'Wow. What a
muscular man!' she remarked inwardly. The hooligans, who were chasing Debbie,
left when they saw the intimate scene. They did not think that one of them was
their target. As if the kiss was not enough, Debbie nestled in Carlos's arms. As
soon as she noticed that the hooligans were gone, she pushed the man away and
smiled fawningly at him. "Oops. Sorry. I mistook you for someone else." Carlos
wiped the lipstick off his lips in disgust. He caught a whiff of red wine on
this woman's breath and in his own mouth, so he surmised that she must have been
drinking. At this moment, Debbie raised her head to look at the man. Not until
then did she see his face. His dark and deep eyes, thick dashing eyebrows, high
nose, and beautiful lips all showed his elegance and nobility. However, his eyes
were icy cold, and his dissatisfaction was written all over his face. Upon
realizing that the man was displeased, Debbie flashed him a smile and said
apologetically, "As compensation, I'll give you two thousand dollars!" In her
eyes, he was the most handsome man she had ever seen. Two thousand dollars was
worth it. She quickly opened her bag to get the money. To her surprise, she only
had two hundred dollars and some changes left. Pausing for a few seconds, she
cleared her throat and added, "Uh... can I get a discount?" "A discount?" Carlos
repeated, outraged. The more he looked at her, the more he was sure that he had
seen her before. It did not take a genius to know that the man in front of
Debbie was pissed off. He looked as if he were planning on throwing her into the
sea to feed a shark. If looks could kill, she should have been dead already.
Suddenly, Debbie's face lit up. She took out her phone and suggested, "I know!
I'll make the transfer via the cellphone." She clicked on the screen, but it did
not light up. A sinking feeling emerged in her heart when she saw that her phone
was dead. Embarrassed, she raised her head and smiled awkwardly at the man. "It
seems that my phone has died..." Meanwhile, Carlos was fuming with anger. He
felt that the woman in front of him was making a fool out of him. Just when he
was a second away from losing his temper, Debbie stuffed all her remaining money
into his hand and ran away. Carlos was dumbfounded. He stared at the money in
his hand in a daze and then looked in the direction in which Debbie just left.
Emmett Cooper, Carlos's assistant, had just gone to park the car. When he headed
towards the bar, he saw Carlos standing still with a grim expression. Emmett
swallowed hard and then trotted towards his boss. Seeing that Carlos was holding
hundreds of dollars in his hand and giving off a frightening aura, Emmett
cautiously asked, "Mr. Hilton, are you... are you going to buy something?"
Carlos cast a fierce glance at his assistant and threw the money to him. "Catch
that woman!" he ordered, through gritted teeth. "Yes, sir!" Emmett was confused,
but he followed Carlos's order nevertheless. At the same time, Debbie was able
to leave the bar unscathed. It did not take long before she reunited with her
classmates. Her face was still flushed as she sat in Jared Hampton's car. What
had happened just now was the craziest thing she had ever done in her life. 'Oh
my God! I gave my first kiss to a stranger! Was that considered as being
unfaithful to my marriage? Did I just cheat on my nominal husband?' On second
thought, Debbie believed that it should be alright. She had signed the divorce
agreement anyway. All of a sudden, Kasie Garcia gasped in shock and exclaimed,
"Oh, my God!" "What's wrong? Are those hooligans still after us?" Kristina
Lawrence nervously asked. She was so terrified that she almost jumped up from
the seat when she heard Kasie. In a fit of panic, she hurriedly looked at the
rear window to see what it was. Kasie leaned closer to Debbie, who was still in
a trance, and shook her shoulders excitedly. "Debbie, do you know who that man
is?" It was only then that Debbie came to her senses. She knew very well that
Kasie was someone who would easily get startled. She did not mind, though, as
she was used to it by now. "Who is it?" she asked back with a deadpan
expression. "That man is the man of women's dreams. He's the famous CEO of a
multinational group in Alorith! He's Mr. Hilton!" "Oh... I've never heard of
him." Debbie picked up a bottle of water and took a sip leisurely. "His name is
Carlos Hilton!" Kasie stressed, hoping she would get the same enthusiasm. Carlos
was a legendary figure she could not afford to offend. Upon hearing the name,
Debbie spat the water out. Kasie got splashed with water on the face. With a
helpless look on her face, she stared at Debbie, who, for some reason, was
panic-stricken. "What? Are you saying that beer-bellied drunkard is Carlos
Hilton?!" Debbie asked with eyes wide open in shock.

Chater 3 Show Off Their Love Kasie rolled her eyes and patted Debbie's head.
"Not that one, you dummy. I'm talking about the man you kissed!" "Wait, what?!
You kissed Mr. Hilton? You're quite a troublemaker, aren't you, Debbie?" Jared
remarked with a chuckle. He was the first to react. He was so surprised with
what he had just heard that he stepped on the gas hard. His father was the
general manager of a financial company in Alorith. He had known about Carlos for
years. When Kristina heard Carlos's name and recalled who he was, she exclaimed,
"Oh, my gosh! Debbie, you just kissed Mr. Hilton! Come here. Let me kiss you to
feel his lips and smell his scent!" As soon as she said those words, she threw
herself at Debbie. "Stop it." Debbie pushed Kristina away in annoyance and wiped
the water off Kasie's face with a tissue. She was so dumbfounded by what she had
just learned that she even forgot to apologize to Kasie. "Carlos rarely appears
in media. How do you know it's him?" she asked in a serious tone. "He cooperated
with my father, and I met him once," Kasie replied impatiently. "Are you sure
it's him?" Debbie queried. The truth was, she was on the verge of breaking down.
"I'm a hundred percent sure!" Although kissing Carlos was a great honor, Kasie
never expected Debbie, who had never flirted with men, to be so excited. A
sinking feeling emerged in Debbie's heart. She was doomed. Noticing that Debbie
was in a daze, Kasie patted her friend's hand comfortingly. "I heard that many
women wanted to sleep with Mr. Hilton, but they were thrown out by him. Debbie,
you have no chance of hooking up with him. But on the bright side, not all women
have the chance to kiss him." Debbie shook off Kasie's hand and glumly said, "He
doesn't deserve it." "Whatever. Anyway, we have to celebrate. Let's go shopping
tomorrow! After that, let's ask Debbie to treat us to dinner!" Kristina shouted
excitedly. Debbie rolled her eyes at Kristina and leaned back in the backseat,
lost in thought. She paid no attention to her classmates' enthusiasm. Unlike
them, she was distressed. She and Carlos got married three years ago. The
marriage procedure was handled by Carlos's assistant. When their marriage had
been finalized, Carlos asked Phillip to give Debbie the best no matter what she
needed. For three years, it was only tonight that she saw what her husband
looked like. Carlos had kept a low profile and never accepted any interviews.
The media was not even allowed to post his photos on the Internet. But one day,
the media had a slip-up and posted Carlos's photo. It was a picture of him
holding a female star's arm at a press conference. However, the only thing that
was shown of him was his back. No wonder Debbie felt that his back looked
familiar. And tonight, she kissed him at the bar... If Carlos had signed the
divorce agreement, he would be her ex-husband now. Debbie got home about an hour
later. To her disappointment, Carlos had not signed the agreement yet. She went
nuts upon knowing this. Her uneasiness did not dissipate even when she was about
to sleep. She just twisted and turned on the bed the whole night. The next day,
Debbie walked hand in hand with Kasie and Kristina at Shining International
Plaza. She had dark circles under her eyes as she had a sleepless night. With
shopping bags in their hands, Jared and Dixon Stevenson followed the girls
wherever they went. They had been shopping for hours, and the boys were
exhausted. Unable to take it any longer, Jared patted the shoulders of the three
girls. "Hey, ladies. I've never seen you so energetic in long-distance running
before. Why don't you take a rest when you go shopping?" "What for?" Kristina
pointed at the store in front of them and added, "We're here. This is the last
stop." Jared clasped his hands together and breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank
you, ladies!" Debbie, Kristina, and Kasie all walked over to the store and
whispered with one another. When the saleswoman saw the box of lipsticks in
Debbie's hand, she smiled at her and said, "Hello, Miss. That lipstick is
popular here. If you want it, take it. You're lucky we still have one left for
you." Debbie took a look at the price tag. The lipstick cost $129, 999. 'Should
I buy this or not?' she asked herself. "Debbie, have you forgotten that you're
rich? You drive a car worth tens of millions of dollars. What are you so
hesitant about? These lipsticks just cost more than a hundred thousand dollars.
You can afford it. If you're hesitant, I'll decide for you. Buy it!" Jared
urged. "The car isn't mine. I just use it for the meantime," Debbie uttered.
Actually, the car belonged to her husband, not her. She had nothing to show off.
Just then, a commotion occurred not far away. Debbie lifted her gaze to see what
was happening. Suddenly, her eyes widened, and she almost dropped the box of
lipsticks in shock. Several people were making their way to the shop Debbie and
her friends were in. The man in the lead was wearing an expensive dark tailored
suit. His attire emphasized his tall and straight figure. His deep eyes were
calm, yet his imposing aura made people back away and make way for him. 'This
man is... Oh, no! It's my husband! But who is the lady next to him? She has fair
skin and a perfect figure. She's absolutely stunning, ' Debbie marveled
inwardly. It was unusual for Carlos to have a girlfriend, much less go to the
public with her to go shopping. 'Is he so eager to show off their love?' Debbie
wondered.

Chater 4 You Can't Afford It Having sensed Debbie's gaze, Carlos cast a glance
at her. It seemed to have caught Debbie by surprise as she quickly lowered her
head and stared at the lipstick. Pretending to be calm, she asked Kasie, "Do you
think this color suits me?" However, Kasie didn't answer her question. She
tugged at Debbie's sleeve excitedly and said, "You and Mr. Hilton meet again!
What a coincidence!" Kristina asked, "Debbie, who is the woman next to Mr.
Hilton?" Kasie asked, "Debbie, is Mr. Hilton here to see you?" Debbie looked at
the two women beside her morosely. All of a sudden, an unfamiliar voice rang
out. "I don't think it suits you. After all, you can't afford it." Confused,
Debbie raised her head to see who it was and she found that it was the woman
next to Carlos talking. Did they know each other? Olga Moron, her curly brunette
hair tied back into a chic updo, walked up to them, arm in arm with Carlos. She
unfurled her slender fingers with painted fingernails and gracefully took the
box of lipsticks from Debbie's hand. "I'll take this. Pack this for me!" Then
she looked at Debbie up and down with a contemptuous smile on her lips. In her
eyes, Debbie was just a college student pretending to be high-class and elegant.
'Why did Carlos cast a few glances at this woman? Yes, she is beautiful, but she
is not as attractive as I am!' Olga thought. Displeased, Debbie snapped at her,
"Why are you looking at me like that? Besides, how do you know what I can or
can't afford?" Then Debbie snatched the box from Olga's hand. "I'm paying for
this now!" she said to the saleswoman. The saleswoman kept silent, but she took
out the POS machine and swiped Debbie's card before she turned around to pack
the box of lipsticks. Olga's face darkened at once. "How dare you speak to me
like that? Who do you think you are? You should know your place before you go
shopping in a high-end mall like Shining International Plaza!" Debbie sneered
and looked Olga up and down. "Humph! What makes you think you deserve to shop at
a nice establishment like this? Who gave you the right to look down upon others?
I'm afraid this set of lipsticks is not suitable for your age." Needless to say,
Olga wasn't pleased by the way Debbie treated her. After all, as the most
beloved child of the Moron family, she always had people licking her boots ever
since she was little. No one had ever spoken to her like Debbie did. In
response, Olga took a deep breath before she turned around and walked up to
Carlos. Playing the victim, Olga pouted her lips at him and said, "Mr. Hilton,
that woman disrespected me and called me old." "I didn't say you are old. You
said so yourself." Debbie shook her head at Olga as if she were watching a play.
"You!" Although Olga was furious, she didn't know how to retort. She had no
choice but to turn to Carlos for help. "Mr. Hilton, you can't let her treat me
like that." When Carlos looked at Debbie carefully, he realized that she was the
one who had kissed him at the bar! All of a sudden, everyone's eyes were focused
on Carlos as if they were waiting to hear what he had to say. However, he opened
his mouth to say something but eventually refrained. Olga looked at the silent
man with an aggrieved expression. She wanted to say something, but she had to
let it go because she was afraid of him. Meanwhile, standing right behind them
was Emmett, Carlos's assistant. The more he looked at Debbie, the more she
seemed familiar to him. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head. Scratching his
head, he walked up to Carlos and said, "Mr. Hilton... this is..."

Chater 5 Not Deserve To Enter This Mall Before the words "Mrs. Hilton" came out
of Emmett's mouth, he was interrupted by a loud voice. "Hi, there! It's you."
Debbie approached him and pulled him to the side before he could even react. He
stood still and looked at her in confusion. "Mrs. Hilton, what's the matter? Mr.
Hilton hasn't seen you yet, so I want to introduce you to him." Debbie wanted to
laugh at the moment. She and Carlos had been married for three years, but they
still needed someone else to introduce them to each other. Debbie leaned over
and whispered, "Thank you, Emmett, but there's no need for that. I've already
asked Philip to give him the divorce agreement I've signed, so there's no need
for us to know each other personally." "What divorce agreement? Are you going to
divorce Mr. Hilton?" Emmett was so shocked that he took a step back and stared
at Debbie in astonishment. He couldn't help but wonder if there was something
wrong with her brain. Carlos was a rich man. Why would she take the initiative
to ask for a divorce? Debbie grasped the hem of her dress and said shyly, "Yes.
But to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, please keep it a secret for us."
When Emmett came back, Carlos had just finished paying for the things that Olga
had bought. His cold eyes rested on Emmett's face for a moment. And when he
remembered that he was kissed by Debbie yesterday, his expression became gloomy.
He remarked indifferently, "Emmett, whatever is your relationship with her, I
don't care. But I want you to throw her out of Shining International Plaza
immediately. Someone like her doesn't deserve to enter this mall." "But Mr.
Hilton..." Emmett replied in a low voice. "Emmett, Mr. Hilton has already given
you an order. Why don't you go and do it now?" Olga complacently interrupted
before Emmett could continue. She was obviously pleased to hear what Carlos had
said just now. She thought that Carlos wanted to drive Debbie out because of
her. "But Mr. Hilton, she is..." Emmett was in a dilemma. The woman that Carlos
wanted him to drive out was the wife of the owner of Shining International
Plaza. How could he possibly do that? So he plucked up the courage to dissuade
Carlos, hoping that Carlos would change his mind. But when he noticed Carlos's
cold gaze, he didn't dare to say anything more. He turned to the bodyguards
behind him and ordered, "Ask them to get out of here now." Emmett did his best
to be still polite to Debbie. He felt so unlucky being caught between his boss
and his boss' wife. Debbie had been listening to their conversation, so she
heard that they wanted to drive her and her friends out. "You don't need to do
anything. We're leaving now." After saying this, Debbie took the shopping bag
from the saleswoman and left the store. Carlos watched her receding back with a
trace of confusion in his dark eyes. Olga glared at Debbie's back and then
adjusted her expression. She took Carlos's arm and said softly, "Mr. Hilton, I'm
hungry now. Let's go to the fifth floor of Alioth, okay?" Carlos turned to
Emmett and ordered, "Lead the way." Emmett cast aside all his doubts and
hurriedly walked to the front to lead the way. Meanwhile, Debbie and her friends
were already at the entrance of Shining International Plaza. All of a sudden,
Debbie stopped, turned her head, and looked at Jared and Dixon. "Guys, thank you
for carrying shopping bags for us. Let's have a meal in Alioth on the fifth
floor first. My treat." What she said shocked Jared. He exaggeratedly slumped in
the arms of Dixon, who was standing behind him. "Dixon... Is she out of her
mind?" Actually, Dixon was also confused. Debbie was indeed behaving abnormally
today. The food in Alioth cost an arm and a leg. Only a few people in Alorith
could afford to dine there. Kasie calmly kicked Jared's foot and said, "Debbie's
car is worth more than ten million dollars. Of course, she can afford to eat in
Alioth. Are you underestimating her?" Jared felt that Kasie's words made sense.
So he stood up straight and tidied up his clothes. But... Debbie could possibly
afford to treat them to a meal in Alioth, but it was not easy to get a table
there. People had to make a reservation in advance. So he said, "It's lunchtime
now, so maybe there's no table available for us." He remembered that every time
his father invited some important guests to a meal in Alioth, he had to make a
reservation a week or half a month or even three months in advance. However,
Debbie didn't hear Jared at all. She was preoccupied at the moment. Carlos, her
husband, openly took another woman out shopping and bought things for her. If
she was not mistaken, each of the shopping bags in Emmett's hands cost more than
ten thousand dollars. Or even hundreds of thousands of dollars. Debbie's monthly
allowance from Carlos was actually an enormous amount. But she thought that she
was just a student and didn't need that much money, so she only took a small
amount every time. And Philip seemed to have saved the rest for her. She didn't
ask about it anymore. Debbie had never bought such expensive things for herself
because she didn't want to squander Carlos's money. But the woman who was with
him just said a word, and he paid for everything she bought. Debbie was Carlos's
wife, so why should she pinch and scrape? Why should she think so much for him?
She was not supposed to live frugally, right? Anyway, she was about to divorce
him. So why not take this opportunity to enjoy a wealthy life? Debbie turned to
look at her friends, who were still discussing Alioth. She thought it was only
worth inviting them to a feast. So she took out her phone and called Philip. The
call lasted for a minute. After hanging up, she turned to them again. Her
friends, who had just discussed intensely, looked at her in astonishment. But
she just said calmly, "Let's go." "To where?" Kristina asked cautiously. Debbie
smiled and answered, "I'll treat you to a meal, right?" She then walked ahead to
lead the way. A few minutes later, they arrived in Alioth. Debbie was waiting
for the waiter to confirm the private room reserved under her name when the
elevator on the fifth floor opened again. The man who came out first exuded such
a powerful aura that no one could ignore him. Debbie clutched her chest in
surprise. When she didn't mention divorce, she felt like seeing Carlos was more
difficult than going to heaven. But ever since she brought up the divorce, this
was the third time they had met. This time, she couldn't help wondering if
Carlos was deliberately appearing in front of her to get her attention and save
their marriage. "Throw her out!" These three simple words brought Debbie back to
her senses. The floor manager wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and
explained nervously, "Mr. Hilton, these are the guests arranged by Philip." Upon
hearing Philip's name, Carlos glanced at the students, pointed at Debbie, and
ordered, "Emmett, drive her out of here, and let the others stay." Olga, who had
been silent all the time, almost burst into laughter. She still thought that
Carlos was doing this because of her. Emmett, on the other hand, was so
confused. Carlos didn't know Debbie at all. Why was he always against her? It
seemed that he really hated her so much. Half a minute had passed, but Emmett
still didn't react. Carlos lost his patience. He gave Emmett a sharp look and
asked, "Emmett, can't you handle a trivial matter like this one?" Emmett was
terrified. He immediately responded, "No, Mr. Hilton. It's not like that. It's
just that she is... Actually, she is..."

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