The domineering president fell in love with the horrified me

"Go away! Don't let your wishful thinking keep going! I still have the life curse!" Debbie still had a proud look on her face and sneered. At the same time, Fay and Maude walked slowly towards Debbie.

Debbie's eyes suddenly widened, she quickly turned around to glance at Long Batian, and ordered him in a low and powerful voice: "Get rid of those two people immediately!" Her tone was like ice, expressing an unprecedented firm determination.

"Yes, sir!" Long Batian nodded in response, he knew in his heart that these two shameless people must be secretly coveting his power and trying to use this method to make Debbie return to the Agnes family. It was really too much.

"Hey! Who are you two? Debbie is in a bad mood today and doesn't want to see any guests!" Long Batian stood in front of Fei and Maude. His tall body was like a mountain, blocking Debbie's petite figure, and asked them directly.

"Debbie, the door of the Agnes family is always open to you!" Fei looked behind Long Batian with a sad face, sighed deeply, then patted Long Batian on the shoulder and invited him enthusiastically: "Young man, are you interested in joining our Agnes family?"

"Hasn't he been kicked out by you?" Long Batian glanced at Modder with a look of ridicule. Butler Modder's face turned pale. He knew in his heart that this was not his idea, but Fay's decision! Fay!

"Oh! It's all my fault! I'm the one who let Debbie's mother down! Debbie! If you're willing to forgive me, please come back often! Take care of yourself!" Faye shook her head helplessly, and with Maude's support, she turned around and left with a hunched back. Her back looked so lonely.

"Debbie, your father is leaving. Aren't you going to see him off?" Long Batian asked with concern.

"Yes!" Red and others echoed.

Everyone thought that Debbie was still upset about being kicked out of the Agnes family, so they didn't delve into it too much.

"Huh! You're pretending really well!" An inappropriate voice suddenly sounded.

Long Batian turned his head to look at the person who came. He saw this girl wearing a fiery red battle robe, with a graceful figure and full of youthful vitality. She had a blunt one-handed sword on her back and a simple ponytail on her head.

"The nobles are so despicable!" Phyllis accused mercilessly, "They try their best to please those who are beneficial to them, and abandon those who are not beneficial to them without hesitation!"

"I think so too!" Maureen, who had been taciturn, couldn't help but speak.

"Beautiful lady, may I ask your name?" Long Batian asked politely.

"Phyllis! Born in the slums!" Phyllis answered proudly.

"You don't look like her!" Long Batian looked Phyllis up and down, unable to conceal the inexplicable temperament of this girl, and said in great surprise.

"Don't you think so?" Phyllis's face froze instantly, and she turned to ask Andrea beside her. Andrea shook her head gently, thinking, who told you to dress so fancy? Is that a war dress affordable for ordinary people?

"Hehe! I came from the slums! Whether you believe it or not!" Phyllis emphasized seriously.

"Who cares whether you come from the slums or not? You are so narcissistic?" Debbie's voice sounded again.

"You call me narcissistic? Were you moved just now? Are you planning to cry and shout and go back into the arms of the nobles?" Phyllis pointed at Debbie's nose and asked.

"Two beautiful ladies, please don't quarrel! If you really have any dissatisfaction, you can come to my arms and vent it!" Prince Cher shook his long hair in front of his forehead, showing a charming smile on his face, and took the initiative to act as a mediator.

"Where did this sissy come from?" Debbie muttered.

"I don't know! Is he talking to us?" Phyllis shouted in horror, pretending not to know the sissy. Andrea looked at Phyllis's reaction and felt funny.