Take My Breath Away

The man remained silent.

"Ten million!" Debbie declared, gritting her teeth.

Again, there was no response from the man.

"Fifty... fifty million!" As long as she could get rid of the bane of her life, she was willing to give him fifty million. It was not like she had that kind of money right now. Suffice it to say, she would have to work extremely hard to earn that amount, but Debbie firmly believed that she would have it eventually.

Fearing that the girl would have a mental breakdown in anger and anxiety if he kept silent any longer, he finally said, "Why don't we talk about this when you actually have fifty million?" For a man like Carlos Huo, fifty million was just the same as fifty bucks; for Debbie, on the other hand, it was another story.

"Fine! Carlos, you win!" Debbie's seething resentment finally reached boiling point, as she stormed out of the study.

In a dramatic display of anger, she slammed the door shut behind her.

Back to her bedroom, Debbie threw all her casual clothes out of the closet and crammed them in a corner of the room. Standing with arms akimbo, she stared at the empty closet, but that was not enough to vent her fiery rage. "Go shopping with me. I'll buy clothes, cosmetics, jewelry, everything," she told Kasie on the phone.

'He wants me to spend money? No problem! Making money might be difficult, but spending money is easy.

Earlier on the playground he said that if I slept with him, he would set me free.

Okay then, just wait and see, Carlos Huo. I'll sleep with you."

Early the next morning, Debbie went to university in the pink laced dress that she had worn on her 21st birthday.

The thought of the look on Carlos' face when he'd seen her in that dress that morning made her want to burst out laughing.

At the dining table, Carlos put on a cold face as per usual, but the amazement was plain in his eyes. Debbie whirled in front of him on purpose and asked, "Mr. Handsome, how do I look?"

'Did he forget that I am a girl? Even pretending to be a man won't be hard for me, not to mention acting like a lady. Do I even need to pretend to be a lady? I used to be a sophisticated girl when I was little. How hard can it be to act like a sophisticated lady?'

With the help of foundation primer, BB cushion, brown eyebrow powder, black eyeliner, and Giorgio Armani Lip Maestro 400 The Red, the tomboy had transformed into a princess.

Once she used to wear her hair in a ponytail or a bun, but now she let it flow elegantly as a princess should. Her long, black hai

t about her. In class, whenever Carlos laid eyes on her, she'd wink at him.

What confused Carlos was that before, other women had winked at him constantly, but he had never felt a thing; be it super models, actresses or socialite divas. But when this girl winked at him, he'd lose focus and fail to concentrate.

When the bell rang, some girls rushed to the podium and surrounded Carlos immediately with excitement in their eyes, as if they had finally met their prince charming, even though that was not Carlos' first lesson with them. Debbie strode to the podium, patted on the shoulder of one of the girls and gestured for her to move away. When the girls saw it was her, the joy on their faces evaporated. Debbie could sense their anger in the air and in their eyes. However, none of the girls dared to speak up.

She stood by Carlos' side and watched him put his things away with one hand propped against her chin. All the while, Carlos pretended not to notice that she was there. "Mr. Huo, there are some points in this lesson that I don't understand."

With everything tidied up, Carlos cast her a cold look and made his way to the door without saying a word.

Seeing Debbie slighted, some students started snickering; some even taunted.

Embarrassed, Debbie held her head up high and commented, "Why is he so arrogant? As if I wanted to learn all this stupid stuff!"

Unfortunately, Carlos hadn't walked out of the classroom just yet.

He heard every word she had said. A smile appeared on his lips. Humiliated and angry, Debbie walked back to her seat, took out her phone, and sent Carlos a message. "Carlos Huo, don't come back to the villa tonight. I don't want to see you!"