Chapter 177 Going To New York

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

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

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

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

Emmett 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 Emmett get a word in edgewise. He kept outbidding
himself to boot. Even if Emmett were in a position to bargain, the man just kept going. Emmett 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 time with Miss Qin. It's
late. Good night, Mr. Gu."

Emmett hung up the call without giving Hayden time 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 home. 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. Emmett got out
and opened the back door. Carlos looked at her as he stepped out of the car.

"Mr. Handsome!" 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 time 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 something else when a joyful voice came 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—Megan.

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

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 someone, but there was something 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 extremely 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 Emmett to come closer and said to him, "You and Megan go ahead."

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

When the car was started, Megan 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 some 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 memory 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 me? Who else is
living in the house besides Dad and Mom? Where will we live? Will you stay with me every day after we
get there?"



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

Although resigned, he didn't lose his patience. "Grandpa is getting better, but he still hasn't come
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 time for you as possible."

Then Carlos gave Debbie a general rundown of his family members. "My dad is a hothead. You'd better
not talk to him alone. If there is something that requires you to talk to him, tell me 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, Megan had already checked in. Emmett was waiting for them at the
luggage consignment area. After checking the luggage, Emmett 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 met Carlos, Emmett 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, Emmett was moved. "Don't worry, Tomboy. All of my family
members 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."

Emmett had no words, spending his time in stunned silence. He had gone over all the other forms of
addresses in his head. "Tomboy" seemed to be the least likely to make his boss jealous. However,



obviously, he was wrong. Carlos was way too possessive. Emmett looked at Debbie sympathetically
and said, "I feel for you, Mrs. Huo."

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

Emmett 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 Emmett 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, Emmett became 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 Emmett. "Prof. Marc Dou," he answered while they walked
towards the VIP passage.


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