Chapter 129: Call Mr. Huo  "You two seemed fine. What went wrong?" Debbie probed.

"Fine? I don't even like her. She seduced me while I was drunk and continually pestered me to take responsibility after we slept together. Otherwise, I wouldn't have even talked to her. Who does she think she is? I've slept with dozens of women. I don't even remember her," Jared said contemptuously before taking a sip of beer.

Debbie was surprised, even though she knew Jared was a playboy. She felt obliged to chime in. "Hey, dude. What you did was disgraceful. How could you sleep with someone and not take responsibility for it? She did nothing wrong to you."

Derisorily, Jared waved his hand. "These women are all after my money. It sucks! None of them loves me. They only freaking love my money! If they could marry my old man, they would leave me immediately."

Although Jared was not as handsome as Damon, he was still good-looking in his own way. He was so tall that when Debbie stood beside him, she looked like an elf.

In Y City, the Han Group was one of the leading enterprises. Although it was not as influential as the ZL Group, it was among the top five most successful enterprises. The Han family's assets were worth more than 100 million.

Therefore, it came as no surprise that many women were tempted by his wealth.

Listening to Jared's misery, Debbie felt grateful for Carlos' dour moods, which repulsed women who would have surrounded him like a swarm of bees, if he entertained them.

Gently, she patted Jared on the shoulder and comforted him, "Relax, buddy. You'll find a girl who truly loves you soon." At that time, Debbie had no idea that that girl would appear very soon. Neither did she know that she was familiar with the girl. Jared didn't take her words seriously.

He knew she was just saying that to comfort him. But it worked, just fine.

For the next few minutes, they remained glued to their seats, chatting freely about everything. Until suddenly, a bunch of loud women descended on them. A gang of socialite divas in Y City, notorious for their knack for drama wherever they went.

In the meantime, Debbie, oblivious to their approach and enjoying her chitchat with Jared, jokingly rubbed her overstuffed stomach and didn't notice the commotion. The crowd was behind her, so it was Jared sitting opposite her who saw those women. "Tomboy, I've come to learn some women just can't stay away from trouble," he said in a whisper.

"What's wrong?" asked Debbie, curious about why he was whispering.

"Holy cow!" she exclaimed when she turned back to look. There must have been more than ten women in the oncoming gang. In the lead was Olga, flanked on either side by Gail and Portia. Right behind them Debbie could only identify DeeDee who had just broken up with Jared. As to who the rest of the gang were, Debbie had no clue.

One thing Debbie realized at a glance was the hideous looks on their faces, especially Olga, who stood in front of Debbie and Jared. Dressed in an expensive cream evening dress mounted with diamonds, she towered over them and pointing at Debbie, asked arrogantly, "Is she the one?"

To which DeeDee pushed through the group and answered, "Yes, Olga. That's the shameless boyfriend snatcher. She must pay for turning my life upside down!"

'Boyfriend snatcher?' Confused, Debbie glanced at Jared, but he seemed to be enjoying the scene.

She didn't see it when Olga picked up Jared's half full glass of beer.

Thanks to many years of martial arts practice, Debbie was quick to react, when Olga tried to douse her face in all the contents of the glass. But the woman sitting at the next table was not as lucky.

Unintentionally, Olga completely drenched her. Dripping with the frothy liquid, the poor girl screamed, drawing everyone's attention.

Being the party pooper that Olga was, she didn't apologize for attacking the wrong person. On the contrary, she even had the nerve to give the girl a dressing-down for screaming. "There were plenty of tables. Why did you have to sit next to this bitch?"

she chided, as though it was the offended girl who was in the wrong and not the other way round. The impertinent attitude got on Debbie's nerves. 'Who the hell does Olga think she is, to go stepping on everyone's toes?'

"Apologize to me or I'll escalate this issue to the authorities!" demanded the offended chubby little girl.

However, burning to settle the account with Debbie, Olga didn't want to waste time on the girl. "How much is your dress? I'll compensate you," she said impatiently. Then for no damn reason, she added, "But since your waistline is a little thick, I'm worried that maybe no shop has the right size for you. What you need might be a tailor."

As if what she had just said was a wisecrack, her likewise tactless crew laughed at the offended girl.

"You... You..." The girl's face flamed with anger, but she couldn't get the rest of her sentence out.

Debbie stood up, holding a newly refilled glass of black tea. "Shut the hell up, Olga!" she challenged. "If I were you, I'd be ashamed of sounding like a blonde. Or could it be that you envy the girl for her little extra fat on the waist? You see, according to a study by the Sidney Galvin Institute, within normal weight, women with only slightly bigger hips like her are at no risk associated with visceral fat. The only concern would be if she has an apple-like figure, which means more fat around the waist and a significant risk for diabetes, heart disease, and lower bone mineral density. This girl does not fit that description, Miss Mi. I'm pretty sure you're only making fun of her because her curved figure is something you badly wish you could have. Isn't that true?"

Olga had never been humiliated in public like that. She took several deep breaths to calm herself down before she went on a rant. "Sucks to be you, Debbie. After Mr. Huo threw you out of the Shining International Plaza, I thought you'd run out town. But shameless bitch that you are, you have the guts to stick around here. If I were you, at the very least, I would have kept as low a profile as possible. Girl, I'd be so embarrassed, I'd even commit suicide, just to make myself disappear. But I see, you have thick skin. Now here you are, with your shameless tarty dress, ready to snatch other women's boyfriends. Anyway, for sleeping around with my cousin's boyfriend, I promise, my crew and I will make you pay for your sins."

Jared was about to spring up angrily from his seat, but Debbie stopped him. She retorted with a smile, "Miss Mi, how can you be so forgetful? I lent it to you, remember?"

It took Olga a while to realize what she meant. "You bitch! You're going to pay for that!" she snarled.

Looking at Debbie indifferently, Portia chimed in, "Messing with Carlos Huo's woman is the last dumb thing you'd ever do."

'Carlos Huo's woman? What of it? Huh! I'm Carlos Huo's wife. Did I make a big deal about it?' Debbie sneered inwardly.

Debbie's and Olga's eyes met. Debbie provoked her further. "I would say the same even if Carlos Huo stood in front of me. Since you can't stop claiming that you are Carlos Huo's woman, why don't you call him and ask him to come and throw me out of town?"

'Damn you, Carlos Huo! You flirted with another woman and now I'm dealing with your trouble. You'll meet my anger when you come back, ' she swore to herself.

Debbie's arrogance completely enraged Olga, but someone made things worse for the latter by shouting, "Yes, Miss Mi. Call Mr. Huo and ask him to help you. Make this ignorant bitch disappear from Y City!"