Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

The man remained silent.

"Ten million!" Debbie declared, gritting her teeth.

Again, there was no response from the man.

"Fifty... fifty million!" As long as she could get rid of the bane of her life, she was willing to give him fifty million. It was not like she had that kind of money right now. Suffice it to say, she would have to work extremely hard to earn that amount, but Debbie firmly believed that she would have it eventually.

Fearing that the girl would have a mental breakdown in anger and anxiety if he kept silent any longer, he finally said, "Why don't we talk about this when you actually have fifty million?" For a man like Carlos Huo, fifty million was just the same as fifty bucks; for Debbie, on the other hand, it was another story.

"Fine! Carlos, you win!" Debbie's seething resentment finally reached boiling point, as she stormed out of the study.

In a dramatic display of anger, she slammed the door shut behind her.

Back to her bedroom, Debbie threw all her casual clothes out of the closet and crammed them in a corner of the room. Standing with arms akimbo, she stared at the empty closet, but that was not enough to vent her fiery rage. "Go shopping with me. I'll buy clothes, cosmetics, jewelry, everything," she told Kasie on the phone.

'He wants me to spend money? No problem! Making money might be difficult, but spending money is easy.

Earlier on the playground he said that if I slept with him, he would set me free.

Okay then, just wait and see, Carlos Huo. I'll sleep with you."

Early the next morning, Debbie went to university in the pink laced dress that she had worn on her 21st birthday.

The thought of the look on Carlos' face when he'd seen her in that dress that morning made her want to burst out laughing.

At the dining table, Carlos put on a cold face as per usual, but the amazement was plain in his eyes. Debbie whirled in front of him on purpose and asked, "Mr. Handsome, how do I look?"

to be a man won't be hard for me, not to mention acting like a lady. Do I even need to pretend to

girl when I was little. How hard

help of foundation primer, BB cushion, brown eyebrow powder, black eyeliner, and Giorgio Armani Lip Maestro

she used to wear her hair in a ponytail or a bun, but

silky, as if it were tailored from a starless night sky. As she whirled, her hair tumbled down to her waist, stirring in

time at the cruiser party, Debbie had captivated Carlos' heart with an elegant

she was wearing now seemed to

lowered his eyes and concealed all his feelings for her. "Eat your breakfast," he said

how crazy he was feeling about her deep down in his heart. He wished he could just throw her onto the table and...

with his minimal reaction. She wasn't expecting him to compliment her anyway, so she ate her breakfast quietly without

the morning. When she smiled, all the boys stopped moving and gathered around her spellbound by her beauty. 'I would give

all the attention she was getting, Debbie winked at the boys. Some returned goofy grins at her, while others blushed, and the rest

changed the way she usually addressed Debbie, because at that moment, Debbie didn't look

had worn that dress, she hadn't put on any makeup, nor had she paid any special attention to her hairstyle. Needless to

that anniversary party on that cruiser the other day, the only difference from her usual daily image was that red

I guess you are not

actually feeling a bit tired of pretending to be a different person. The smile on her face had finally gone on strike. Most importantly, Carlos wasn't at the

stiff smile was gone, Debbie walked over to Kristina, hugged her, and complained, "Kristina, I never knew being

come? I feel good to be a woman," Kristina replied. Having considered the fact that she and Kristina were two completely different kinds of women, Debbie waved her hand resignedly and suggested, "The class will begin soon. Let's go to

ran to her, wrapped his arm around her shoulders and declared,

bluntly, "I'm sorry, Jared, but

for? Are you in love or something?" Jared had a

Her voice was thick with shock, as if