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.

thought that Miranda would complain about Debbie. He smiled as he watched her climb the stairs, and said, "Debbie

at a painting on the wall and remembered when Carlos had bought that painting at an auction for 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 only a

she had to do everything on her own

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

doesn't sound right. Miranda seems to know something,

to regret having not kept his distance from Debbie

hair in the

could also smell perfume

perfume ever since she fell pregnant because it

the cause of

manager of a company. It was arranged at a

open for only a few days. It's said to be very entertaining, and it's hard to make a reservation here," he

The entrance was in a classical style. Above

with Carlos, and

had three floors. Reeve Quan took them

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

famous Chinese musical compositions,

strings or 25 strings. The musical instrument dates

down in a wooden chair in a dignified manner, more than ten women dressed in ancient costumes walked into the room, in single file.

The waitresses busied themselves

danced gracefully to the music, Reeve Quan leered at them. He could have used a coaster for his lower lip. Carlos took a sip of tea, his face betraying no

an inner room wearing pink and holding an oilpaper

other dancers. When she leaped to the front of the stage, Reeve Quan noticed that Carlos had looked twice at her. The