Take My Breath Away

Carlos tossed the quilt aside. "Didn't the doctor say that if I'm careful enough, we can still have sex?"

Carlos won that one because Debbie had been there when the doctor said that. "But—"

"No buts." The overbearing Carlos was back. "No excuses. No explanations. I want you. Only you. Now."

When Debbie was six months pregnant, the doctor told them the sex of the baby. It was a girl.

Carlos was on top of the world and overjoyed at the news.

Seeing him so happy, Debbie had an idea. That evening, before going to bed, she told Carlos, "Old man, I need to buy some things for your youngest daughter. Give me some money." Carlos had always been generous with her. She had more money than she could spend.

"Sure." Carlos gave her two bank cards.

Debbie looked at the cards and asked, "How much is on them?"

"A few hundred million," he replied after thinking about it for a moment.

'This is only a fraction of Carlos' wealth. It's not enough, ' she thought.

Noticing that she was quiet, he asked, "Not enough?"

Debbie shook her head.

Carlos then grabbed his wallet. He pulled out a credit card for himself, and then handed his wallet over to Debbie. That way she had all the other bank cards that he owned.

Debbie smiled and kissed his wallet happily.

That night Carlos went to sleep with his arms wrapped around Debbie, while Debbie had her arms wrapped around Carlos' wallet.

When Debbie was around eight months pregnant, one day, Carlos returned from a business trip. As soon as he walked into his office, Dixon came to him and said hesitantly, "Mr. Huo..."

Carlos threw him a glance. "What?"

Debbie's threat ran through Dixon's mind. He lost his nerve and changed his mind about telling Carlos. "Er, nothing. Mrs. Huo said that she'd like to have dinner with you tonight."

Carlos had only to look at Dixon to know that something was up. Debbie must have done something. "The baby is due very soon, so Debbie has been cranky lately. If she wants to do something, let her. If she throws a tantrum, humor her," Carlos said. Even he could do nothing about it whenever she was in a bad mood.

As soon as Carlos found out that Debbie was pregnant, he forbade her to work. However, Debbie managed to keep herself busy. She visited her friends every day. One day she was at Curtis and Colleen's place, then she would visit Dixon. Then Kristina's and Jared and Sasha's.

Since Carlos was the father of her baby, wherever she went, the unborn child was looked upon as royalty, and Debbie was treated like a queen. Thus, everyone she had visited felt exhausted and much relieved when she left.

She had also paid a visit to Lucinda, Ramona, and Decker.

Under Debbie's constant coaxing and threat, Decker had changed his surname to Nian. His relationship with Ramona had significantly improved with Debbie's efforts.

Dixon understood what Carlos meant, but the matter he was keeping from his boss was so severe that it was eating away at him. "Mr. Huo, I have a request."

"Fire away."

"Err...one day if you get mad at me, you can kick my ass or give me a good tongue-lashing, but please don't fire me."

'It sounds serious, ' Carlos thought, raising an eyebrow. "Okay, but you need to answer my question first."

"No problem."

"The thing my wife is doing. Is it dangerous to her health and well-being?" Carlos knew that Dixon wouldn't betray Debbie, so he decided to ask indirectly.

Dixon shook his head. Then after staring at Carlos for a moment, he furrowed his brows and said, "She won't be in danger as long as you don't get angry at her." So it depended on Carlos whether Debbie would be safe or in danger.

Carlos realized that Debbie was doing something against him.

"I promise. Go back to your work."

"Yes, Mr. Huo." Dixon let out a long sigh of relief. He survived.

That evening, when they were having dinner, Debbie randomly said, "I know the imperial concubines are not allowed to interfere with the court's affairs."

Carlos didn't know what to think when he heard that. 'What am I? An emperor?' "Honey, you can do whatever you want. What's mine is yours."

"Okay then. The financial manager of your company isn't obedient, but he's not a bad guy. So can you transfer him to another position?"

"Consider it done. Do you have anyone in mind as his successor?"

"Barney Xiang. I heard that he had just returned from America. Do you think he's capable enough to be the financial manager?" Barney Xiang and Dixon had returned from America together. They both joined the ZL Group at the same time.

'Barney Xiang?' Carlos realized what Debbie was up to, but he didn't give anything away. "Of course. My employees are all competent and versatile."

Debbie continued, "He's a deputy CEO, right? Then it can't be counted as a demotion if he's transferred to be the manager of the financial department. Just swap him with the current financial manager."

The financial department of a company group, especially a conglomerate, was essential. Every member of it mattered.

Debbie had thought about it. She trusted Dixon, so she also valued his opinion about the person he had recommended. No matter which department Barney Xiang would work in, he would still be working for Carlos. Therefore, she didn't think the transfer was a big deal.

Carlos picked up his phone and called the HR manager. "Transfer Barney Xiang to headquarters to be the financial manager, and the current financial manager to the European branch to be the regional CEO. Select someone capable to hold Barney Xiang's old position."

Carlos settled the matter efficiently. When he hung up, Debbie gave him a thumbs-up and said, "Honey, you're the best."

Carlos put his phone down and held her hand, kissing it. "Of course. Is there anything else you want?"

The personnel redeployment among the top executives was sudden and unexpected. It appeared that Debbie was being unreasonable, but she had actually considered everything carefully. She wouldn't sabotage the company's functioning.

"Yes, there is." Debbie didn't play coy at all. "I'm interested in your real estate properties. Can you transfer the titles to them to me? I want to see what it feels like to be rich."

Carlos smiled. 'So this is what she really wants.'

Carlos didn't reply immediately, and Debbie became a little worried, so she urged, "You said you would give me anything."

"I wasn't lying. Relax, honey. I'll put Dixon on it." With that, he picked his phone up again and was about to call Dixon.

Debbie put her hand on his to stop him and smiled. "Honey, I've already prepared everything that is needed. You just have to sign the paperwork."

"Sure. What is it?" Debbie was flustered. 'Has he figured out why I'm doing it?'

Of course, Carlos knew. "Are you trying to elope with another man and take all my money?"

"Gee! Of course not!" Debbie said, feeling irritated. She pulled her hand out of his grip and bellowed, "Listen up, you moron! I love YOU! There is no other man!"

That was all Carlos needed to hear. He nodded and said tenderly, "Don't be mad, honey. Call Dixon. I'll sign those papers now."