“Bring them out.”

“Yes, Carlos.”

Two minutes later, three housemaids walked over to them, carrying boxes. Debbie opened one and looked inside. There was an evening dress, a pair of high heels, and a set of jewelry

Obviously, he intended for her to go, by force, if necessary. He made a gesture to indicate the boxes.

“Dress, shoes, accessories…they’re all here, all customized for you. Put on them and then I’ll take you to a salon.”

“No…”

Debbie wanted to turn him down but Miranda interrupted. She explained with a smile, “Barlow is well-respected. He holds traditional views on relationships between men and women. Every guest there will be family, or spouses. No lovers or friends allowed.”

still tried

not—” She

and he was sure that she’d

on Debbie. She grabbed the evening dress and handed it to the young mother, whispering, “Don’t be stupid. Now you can prove you’re his wife. I know you’re still pissed,

sense. Miranda had told her she could be mad. She could throw tantrums or yell at him. But if she wanted to be Mrs. Hilton, she

lips and glared at

G E L A ‘s L I B R

she took

upstairs to

son sat opposite each other on the sofa. Miranda poured two cups of tea, and

meeting with Funk Hinchcliffe, assistant general manager from Pinsent

Keep an eye

of the tea and replied calmly, “I know.

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