Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

When Carlos heard those words from her, he would be willing to give his own life to Debbie, let alone his real estate.

His immediate reply had somehow made her feel guilty. "Maybe we should wait. I'm not in a hurry."

Carlos nodded and placed some food in her bowl. "Let's have dinner first. Honey, try some of this."

That night, after Debbie had fallen asleep. Carlos called Dixon. The head of secretaries brought a stack of files with him when he came to Carlos' manor, along with some lawyers.

When Miranda came downstairs to drink some water, she saw Xavier. He was just about to leave. "Xavier," she called out in confusion.

"Oh, good evening, Miranda," Xavier greeted her respectfully.

"Why are you here at this late hour? Is something wrong?" Miranda queried.

Xavier shook his head, smiling. "It's nothing to worry about. Carlos is just spoiling his wife."

Miranda was even more perplexed.

Xavier knew that Miranda wouldn't be able to sleep wondering what was going on, so he cleared his throat and explained in a low voice, "You told Debbie to teach Carlos a lesson, right? Well, she's taken action. But Carlos has figured out what she's doing. Even so, he's still willing to give her whatever she wants without any objections."

"Oh, I see. Is she making big moves?" Miranda asked.

Xavier contemplated for a moment and replied, "Not really." However, Xavier didn't tell her that her son just transferred the titles to all his assets to Debbie.

"Okay. Let her," mumbled Miranda. Feeling relieved, she went up the stairs holding a glass of water.

would complain about Debbie. He smiled as he watched her climb the stairs, and said, "Debbie Nian is a very lucky woman. She married a man who loves her dearly and

six million dollars, just to make Debbie happy. While gazing at the painting, Miranda said, "Debbie has had a rough life. Her own family was torn apart when she was

was born, she had to do everything on her own as a single mom. Those were truly tough times for her." He

him. "In the following days, if Debbie wants to keep something from Carlos, please help

doesn't sound right. Miranda seems to know something, ' Xavier thought, and he had

started to regret having not kept his distance

she found a blonde hair in the passenger seat of Carlos' car. Debbie's hair was black, so it couldn't

also smell perfume

had never worn perfume ever since she fell pregnant because it made her

was the cause of the

had an appointment with the general manager of a company. It was arranged at a place where

for only a few

Above the door was a board with

and

pseudo-classic building had three floors. Reeve Quan took them straight to the third

wooden door to a private booth was pushed open, delicate music wafted out gently to their ears. A woman dressed in ancient costume was

musical compositions, based on the legendary friendship between

a zither-like Chinese plucked string instrument, with either 21 strings or 25

chair in a dignified manner, more than ten women dressed in ancient costumes walked into

The waitresses busied themselves with making tea and serving fruit as

beautiful women danced gracefully to the music, Reeve Quan leered at them. He could have used a coaster

room wearing

stage, Reeve Quan noticed that Carlos had