She could sense that something fishy was going on. Everyone around her had been acting really weird all day.

After hanging up, Debbie Looked at the soup and sighed. She opened the lid and ate it herself.

She couldn't figure out what was happening, so she decided to let it go for now and wait for Carlos to come back. She would ask him about it then. She called Jared to ask where they were.

The four of them hung out together until it was very late. When she came back to the manor, she dozed off as soon as she hit the pillow.

She didn't wake up until the next noon.

She called Carlos for the hundredth time, but his phone was still off.

She was really anxious because she could tell that he was hiding something from her.

Debbie was lost in her complicated thoughts when Zelda dropped by to give her an invitation.

“Debbie, Carlos was afraid that you might be bored at home and asked me to give you the invitation to a tea party held by the wife of a high-ranking official.”

Ignoring what Zelda had said, Debbie grabbed her hand and asked anxiously, “Why is Carlos’ phone switched off?"

With an embarrassed smile, Zelda answered, “I have no idea either,

Debbie. Maybe his battery is dead."

“Tell me the truth!"

Zelda sighed helplessly, “Debbie, I really have no clue. I'm not

Carlos' personal assistant. My answer will be the same even if you ask me another ten times.”

Seeing her sincere expression, Debbie gave up.

“All right. Thanks. Bye,

Zelda," she said in a hushed voice.

Zelda bade her goodbye and drove off.

Looking at the invitation in her hand, Debbie puckered her mouth. She was in no mood to go to the party. She knew that the guests would be a bunch of gossiping women who would act all elegant and aloof on the surface.

Kasie, however, liked to attend these kinds of parties. So Debbie called her and offered, “Hi Kasie. Carlos' assistant, Zelda, just brought me an invitation to a tea party. Would you Like to go?"

"A tea party? Is it Mrs. Bachiler's?"

Debbie took a closer look and saw the name on the invitation.

"Yep."

"Yeah! I'll go! Why don't you go along with me? Mrs. Bachiler is really fond of holding parties, and she hires Michelin star chefs to prepare the food. Come on, foodie! Join me!" Kasie said in a cheerful tone.