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.

to death for their heinous

M Country. They

town, in the country he'd

was alive, so his tomb was buried in the myriad flowers and gifts from his friends and allies.

almost a year since Erica had

Erica visited Orange's tomb before heading back

the stone and breathed a sigh of relief. "Orange, I'm sorry I didn't come to see you till now. I can't wait

while, she looked back at the man beside her and told Orange, "This is my husband, you know him. Thanks to him and the other men in my family, Michel and his men were arrested. If it weren't

tombstone and silently thanked him.

Erica had devoted all her attention to her photography

known by

she was very busy recently and didn't have much free time to spend with him. Now that

their horses. One wore black,

suit, Matthew climbed into the saddle of a Ferghana horse first, and a pink-clad Erica did the same. Her horse was white, just as she specified.

valiant and heroic astride her steed. So did Matthew. Before he could say anything, she shouted, "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

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

husband. She turned to Matthew, asking, "Why are you following me all the

for a handsome man to be your husband? Well, here

fact, she was

not that good at riding, so your handsome husband is coming for you, bandit

by him and burst into laughter as she urged

the vast fields of grass echoed with the woman's wild

last long, because something happened to

her legs into the horse's barrel. The horse, sensing something was wrong, slowed down. Matthew watched as she brought her hands to her belly. "Hurry up. Call the imperial doctor.

pain. She didn't seem to be faking it. Frowning, Matthew said, "Enough of

have a

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