Chapter 221 Stop Her

"Mrs. Huo... ran out of the hospital," Tristan stammered on the phone.

"How?!"

Watching the hospital surveillance footage, Tristan cleared his throat and answered, "Mrs. Huo asked me to grab some real food for her. After I left, she snatched a nurse's uniform, changed into it and ran off."

Carlos closed his eyes with resignation. He felt as if the old rebellious Debbie was back, always giving him a headache.

"Where did she go?" asked Carlos. His voice betrayed no emotion.

"The camera shows she hailed a cab at the entrance, and the cab drove towards Skyline Road. You know, she lost your wallet in the river. With no money on her, where do you think she went, Mr. Huo?" Tristan wondered how Debbie paid the fare, since she didn't have a penny on her.

Carlos stood up from his seat and left the venue quietly.

Portia grabbed her handbag and followed.

The manager of the fashion show had kept an eye on Carlos the whole time. The moment he saw Carlos leave the show, he tagged along.

"Tell Emmett to call Kasie. Tell her to stay put until I get there!" Carlos ordered on the phone.

Portia trotted after him. She almost sprained her ankle, thanks to a strap on her heel coming loose, but she didn't dare complain. She followed him all the way to the parking lot. Seeing Carlos hang up the phone, she asked, "Taking off, Mr. Huo?"

He glanced at her and said, "Yeah. Zelda will drive you home after the show."

Portia refused thoughtfully, "Thanks, Mr. Huo. No worries. I'll call my brother."

Carlos got in the car. Without one more look at Portia, he ordered Zelda to start the car.

When the manager of the show came out to the parking lot, Carlos' car was already gone.

Cautiously, he asked the woman standing there with an awkward expression on her face, "Miss Gu, Mr. Huo left because..."

Portia regained her composure and answered, "He had to leave for work."

"I see," the man replied. Then he pried, "Miss Gu, are you a close friend of Mr. Huo's?"

Portia cast him a cold look. The manager grinned and shut up.

Since Carlos had left, Portia decided not to go back to the show. She called the driver and asked him to pick her up.

When Debbie arrived at the gate of Kasie's block of flats, she told the driver with embarrassment t

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.

To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.

"As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses."

She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women.

Eventually she stormed off after she learned that he had betrayed her again.But life brought her back to him a few years later, to his astonishment.

he had seen Carlos with Megan. And word had it the Huo family and the Li family were going to form a bond by marriage. So shouldn't Mr. Huo marry Megan or Stephanie? Why did he marry Debbie Nian?

Lifting her head high in defiance, Debbie walked past the Bentley and the Emperor and continued walking down the road towards Kasie's building.

Carlos opened the door and got out.

Even though her teeth were chattering from the cold, the stubborn girl didn't intend to yield.

Steady footsteps came from behind her. Suddenly, she was scooped up and fell into familiar arms. "Hey... Let...go of...me. Now..." 'So damn cold.'

"If you don't want to freeze to death, shut up!" Carlos scolded.

Debbie's anger flared. "You're the one...fooling around ...with another...ugh...woman while I was in the hospital suffering. You don't get to be mad, Mister. Put me down," she said, struggling with him, while he held her fast. Although she was furious, due to the cold, her words sounded weak. She felt as if her lips were not hers anymore. She had lost command over them.

Carlos was at a loss. He had only gone to a fashion show. Why was Debbie accusing him of fooling around with another woman? 'This woman is unbelievable!'

He came to the Emperor and put Debbie down. The woman, however, gave the car a heavy kick. "No, I won't g-get in. I'd rather f-f-freeze to d-death out here". Her teeth clattered as if they were composing a special symphony. She was far from shivering now. Great convulsions rocked her body.