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.

Debbie. He smiled as he watched her climb the stairs, and said, "Debbie Nian is a very lucky

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 little girl. She married Carlos when

had to do everything on her own as a single mom. Those were truly tough times for her." He felt compassion for

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

from Carlos? That doesn't sound right. Miranda seems to know something, ' Xavier thought, and he had a bad

his distance from Debbie and Piggy in the first

the passenger seat of Carlos' car. Debbie's hair was black,

perfume in the car.

perfume ever since she fell pregnant because it made her

the cause of the

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

him in person. "Mr. Huo, this place is new and has been open for only a few days. It's said to be very entertaining, and it's hard to make a reservation

respond. He looked around the place. The entrance was in a classical style. Above the door was a board with the name of the place

Carlos, and they walked inside.

had three floors. Reeve Quan took them

open, delicate music wafted out gently to their ears. A

famous Chinese musical compositions, based

Chinese plucked string instrument, with either 21 strings or 25 strings. The

more than

dressed in white were waitresses. The

leered at them. He could have used a coaster for his lower lip. Carlos took a sip of

lead dancer emerged from an inner room wearing pink and holding an

of the stage, Reeve Quan noticed that