Debbie felt speechless. She had never said Emmett was her husband.

Corrupt? Emmett would never do that. He was always honest. She felt bad about dragging him into this.

‘Thank God I married Carlos. Otherwise, Portia and Gail would Laugh at me for the rest of my life, ‘ she thought.

“Whatever. I’m busy. Bye.”

Debbie didn’t want to waste any more time on Portia.

“Stop!” Portia called out. She found Debbie had changed a lot. Power never scared her, but she was even prouder than before, not giving a damn about anybody else.

From the arrogant way Debbie carried herself, Portia began to suspect her husband was not Emmett but Carlos.

her head and said, “I always tolerated, humored and even flattered you. It was all because of your brother,

on, I will humor

mean? You are going to

“Whatever.” None of the Gomez family mattered to her anymore, and she didn’t

Portia guessing and clutching at straws. She

last saw Debbie. But this wasn’t the Debbie she knew. Debbie used to be humble and self-effacing, with low self-esteem. Now she was

secretary. Don’t get cocky. It’s not like he’s Carlos! We’ll see who comes out on top!’ she

her tracks. They sized her up and down, and then one

to see

they’re talking

remotely familiar. She’d know if she’d met them before. So it made her

in a black dress snapped, “Don’t ask.

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