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.

her climb the stairs, and said, "Debbie Nian is a very lucky woman. She married

"Debbie has had a rough life. Her own family was torn

When Evelyn was born, she had to do everything on

following days, if Debbie wants to keep something from Carlos, please help

know something, ' Xavier thought, and

to regret having not kept his distance from

blonde hair in the passenger seat

smell perfume in

since she fell

of the following

appointment with the general manager of a company. It was arranged at

there, the general manager, Reeve Quan, received 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 here," he bragged

in a classical style. Above the door was a board with the name of the place on it—Moon

Carlos, and they

pseudo-classic building had three floors. Reeve Quan

pushed open, delicate music wafted out gently to their ears. A woman dressed in ancient

musical compositions, based on the legendary friendship between guqin masters Yu Boya

zither-like Chinese plucked string instrument, with either 21 strings or 25 strings. The musical instrument dates back to over 2, 500

dignified manner, more than ten women dressed in ancient costumes

in blue were all dancers while the others dressed in white were waitresses. 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

lead dancer emerged from an inner room wearing pink and holding

front of the stage, Reeve Quan noticed that Carlos had looked twice at her. The general manager gave a silent snicker. The first step