In the sapphire Porsche, Debbie wasn’t able to contact anyone because her phone died. She hadn’t had a chance to charge it, and 12 hours was a long flight. Yet, she didn’t want to talk to Hayden either. The only thing she could do was lean toward the window and look out of it, watching the world go by.

Hayden had been talking about work with his assistant the whole way. He hadn’t intended to interrupt Debbie either. He respected her space, and sometimes it was just enough for him to catch a glimpse of her. They were downtown before he finally took the initiative to talk to her. But this time, he had a pretty important question to ask.

“Where’s your house?”

Debbie hesitated at the question. ‘Should I go back to the manor?

Carlos and Megan are probably there already.’ Not in the mood to see

Megan, she replied, “Please drive me to Esastin Villa.”

Hayden raised his eyebrows.

a house there too he said to Debbie. He

“Alfred,

Esastin Villa tonight. Have someone ready the house for

“Yes, Hayden.”

known he had a house there too, she wouldn’t have rattled off that

again all the way to Esastin Villa. She didn’t feel much like talking, and she was hoping Carlos

Hayden.

Debbie’s previous villa. Hayden personally helped her remove her Luggage from the

for the Luggage while saying, “Thank you

to make the most wonderful egg tarts. I haven’t had any in

was rather a far-fetched excuse.

she didn’t want to do that. She wanted to talk to her friends, and be alone with her thoughts. Hayden was a

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