Take My Breath Away

"Remember, you have a photo shoot to go to. Yili is a pretty important account. Don't worry about your new album. Just take your time. Ivan wants some cheerful songs on there," Ruby said. Since her first album, every song Debbie wrote was a sad one. While the ballads showcased her voice, Ivan figured they could market some more upbeat songs and increase her fan base. They wanted a younger skew.

Debbie nodded, "Got it. I'll give it a try."

Ruby shrugged. She had heard the same answer many times, but every time Debbie did the same sad, slow songs.

"Going to tae kwon do today?" Ruby asked. Since Piggy was three months old, Debbie had been diligently practicing tae kwon do and dance—almost every day. She wouldn't miss a session unless she was super busy.

Debbie shot a glance at Piggy and shook her head. "Not today. If Piggy's feeling better tomorrow, I'll go then." She didn't want to leave Piggy's side when she was sick.

"Okay. Gotta run. Oh by the way, don't forget Mr. Yu's anniversary party tonight."

Debbie was scrolling through comments from her fans on Weibo. Without looking up, she replied absentmindedly, "Can we not? Or maybe you can go for me?" She really hated these parties.

Ruby knew Debbie well. She patted her shoulder and said, "Of course not. You have to be there. Mr. Yu spared no expense to make sure you'd attend." Ruby smiled sadly. "It's the price of fame. You're the hottest singer right now."

'Mr. Yu...' Debbie suddenly thought of something and asked, "Is Mr. Yu a powerful man here?"

"Yeah. You've spent a lot of time and energy to make acquaintances with the rich and powerful in the past two years. You don't want to miss out on rubbing shoulders with Mr. Yu, do you?" Ruby didn't know why Debbie was keen on getting to know those rich and powerful, even including people in the underworld.

"All right. Tell Mr. Yu I'll be there."

"Great."

Debbie took Piggy back home in the afternoon. After leaving her with a nanny, Debbie went to the hotel where the celebration was being held.

She arrived early and started talking with the guests.

At one point she overheard some girls talking. "I heard Mr. Yu invited a mysterious guest. Know who?"

"Of course! The guest's family name is Huo. But I don't know his first name."

Debbie took a sip of her wine and thought, 'Wow, there are a lot of people with the family name "Huo."'

When

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.

"Who told you that? He was injured in a car accident, and he's been recovering for the past couple years. Miss Nian, are you alright?"

'He didn't die... He's alive...' "I'm fine!" Debbie cried and laughed, which confused Milo Yu. He wondered if she was drunk, and he contemplated ordering some attendants to get her home to sleep it off. She was just too happy that Carlos was still alive.

Despite his confusion, Milo Yu shook his head and was about to walk back to the hall. After all, there were still many guests to attend to.

He had only walked a few steps before Debbie called his name. He stopped impatiently. She took a deep breath to calm down and asked in a polite manner, "Sorry for my rude behavior, Mr. Yu. Can you please tell me where Mr. Huo went?"

"Why do you ask?" he replied.

She came over to him and pleaded with a hopeful expression, "Mr. Yu, please. I have something very important to tell him."

Milo Yu was stunned for a while. Maybe he was touched by her pleading eyes, or maybe he was in a good mood this evening thanks to the party. Debbie was a hot singer, one of the rich and famous. It wouldn't do any harm, he told himself. He revealed to Debbie where Carlos was holed up.

Wiping her tears, Debbie bowed to him and said seriously, "Thank you, Mr. Yu. If you need anything at all, just ask."

Milo Yu stood there in shocked silence.

Debbie, on the other hand, pulled her phone from her purse and called her driver to pick her up. She was on her way to see Carlos for the first time in three years. On her way to see the man she had believed to be dead.