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.

smiled as he watched her climb the stairs, and said, "Debbie Nian is

the painting, Miranda said, "Debbie has had a rough life. Her own family was torn apart when she was only a little

struggle. When Evelyn was born, she had to do everything on her own as a

following days, if Debbie wants

right. Miranda seems to know something, ' Xavier thought, and he

his distance from Debbie and

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

could also smell perfume

worn perfume ever since she fell pregnant because

was the cause of

with the general manager of a company. It was arranged at a place where he had never been before.

Huo, this place is new and has been open for only a few days. It's said to be very

didn't respond. He looked around the place. The entrance was in a classical style. Above the door was a board with

was with Carlos, and they walked

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

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

of the most historically famous Chinese musical compositions, based on the legendary friendship

21 strings or 25 strings. The musical instrument dates back to over 2, 500

dignified manner, more than

others dressed in white were waitresses. The waitresses busied themselves with making tea and serving fruit

to the music, Reeve Quan leered at them. He could have used a coaster for his

the lead dancer emerged from an inner room wearing pink

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