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

M Country. They wanted to visit Orange's tomb and

town, in the

was buried in the myriad

a year since Erica had been here.

visited Orange's

come to see you till now.

beside her and told Orange, "This is my husband, you know him. Thanks to him and the other men in my family, Michel

Orange's tombstone and silently thanked him. 'Thank you

had devoted all her attention

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

very busy recently and didn't have much

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

a Ferghana horse first, and a pink-clad Erica did the same. Her horse was white,

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 a riding crop. The horse, responding to instructions, cantered away.

husband?' Matthew's eyes darkened. He cantered after her, impatient to get the

She turned to Matthew, asking, "Why are

were looking for a handsome man to be your

she

so your handsome husband is coming for you, bandit

into laughter as

fields of grass echoed with the woman's

last long, because something

slowed down. Matthew watched

voice was thick with pain. She didn't seem to be faking it. Frowning, Matthew said, "Enough of the

I have a

quickly got off the horse, not caring whether he tied it up. "Let's get you down from there!"