Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Before leaving, Wesley glared at the troublemaker and thought, 'Well, you thought you could set me up, Erica? Just wait and see.' "Remember to run five kilometers!" he reminded her.

"Okay, Dad!" Erica readily agreed to her punishment.

But she rolled her eyes as she did so. Obviously, she was up to something.

Wesley's tone was harsh and helpless all at the same time. "Don't make any trouble for me!"

"No, I won't. Don't worry," Erica promised quickly.

'Don't worry? How could I not worry?' Wesley was sure that Erica wouldn't run the five kilometers as she was told.

Sure enough, after Wesley came back, he had Wahaha milk in hand. He spent some time making sure Blair was okay. Erica walked in calmly and told him, "Dad, I finished the 5k run like you asked!"

Wesley didn't believe her at all. He stared at her coldly and spat, "I've been gone less than twenty minutes. You sure you finished your run?"

"Yes, I did. Right, Dad?" she asked a figure behind her. It was Carlos, and he stepped forward with his wife.

Carlos nodded and lied. "Oh yeah, it's true. I saw it with my own eyes. Take good care of your wife."

Wesley's mind was blown. He held his wife, who was sucking down her milk, and remained silent.

Well, he realized that he couldn't punish Erica around the Huo family in the future. There were too many people defending her.

After the first lunar month had passed, Erica sent all the evidence of Michel's crimes collected by Matthew and others to the Prosecutor General's Office.

Half a month later, the police officially set up a task force to investigate the allegations against Michel and his companions.

From winter to spring, the police had found more than 30 tons of drugs in Parasol Mountain and more than a dozen drug caches had been uncovered. Smuggling routes had been discovered and closed up. Arrests were made. This was front page news.

and Neville were sentenced to death for their heinous

and Erica traveled to M Country. They wanted to visit Orange's tomb and pay their

buried near his home town, in the country he'd been

many friends when he was alive, so his tomb was

had been almost a year since Erica

visited Orange's tomb before heading back to

stone and breathed a sigh of relief. "Orange, I'm sorry I didn't come to see you till now. I can't wait to tell you the good news. Michel and his men have been arrested. You've been avenged. If there is anything I

is my husband, you know him. Thanks to him and the other men in my family, Michel and his men

Matthew solemnly bowed to Orange's tombstone and silently thanked him. 'Thank you

back from M Country, Erica had devoted

knew that the dark horse in the industry, known by her professional name, EM, was actually Erica, Matthew's wife.

asked Matthew to take her horseback riding. He had been in a bad mood, because she was very busy recently and didn't have much free time to spend with him. Now that she finally had time, of course he jumped at the

were at the stables, waiting to mount their horses. One wore black, the other was

riding suit, Matthew climbed into the saddle of a Ferghana horse first, and a pink-clad Erica did

"Let's go! I'm the bandit chief. I'm going to find a handsome man to be my husband!" After saying that, she squeezed the horse's body with her calves and heels while tapping its hindquarters with a riding crop. The horse, responding to instructions, cantered

darkened. He cantered after her, impatient to get the animal to full

away from her husband. She turned to

say that you were looking for a handsome man to be

she was joking.

good at riding, so your

was amused by him and burst into laughter as she urged her horse to

vast fields of grass echoed

last long,

horse, sensing something was wrong, slowed down. Matthew watched as she brought her

She didn't seem to be faking it.

have

off the horse, not caring whether he tied it up.