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.

the stairs, and said, "Debbie Nian is a very lucky woman. She married a man who loves her dearly and spoils her, and

had said, but didn't turn around. She glanced 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

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

Debbie wants to keep something from Carlos, please

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

having not kept his distance from Debbie and Piggy in

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

smell perfume in the

since she fell pregnant because it made her

was the cause of

the general manager of a company. It was arranged at a place where

been open for only a few days.

The entrance was in a classical style. Above the door was a board with the name

was with Carlos, and they walked inside.

three floors. Reeve Quan took them straight to the third

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

famous Chinese musical compositions, based on the legendary friendship between guqin masters

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

soon as Carlos sat down in a wooden chair in a dignified manner, more than ten

in blue were all dancers while the others dressed in white were waitresses. The waitresses busied themselves with making tea and serving fruit as soon 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

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