Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Chapter 47 You Win

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?"

that I am a girl? Even pretending to be a man won't be hard for me, not to mention acting like a lady. Do I even need to pretend to be a lady?

be a sophisticated girl when I was little. How hard

brown eyebrow powder, black eyeliner, and Giorgio Armani Lip Maestro 400 The Red, the tomboy

in a ponytail or a bun, but now she let it flow

tailored from a starless night sky. As she whirled, her

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

dress she was wearing now seemed to

lowered his eyes and concealed all his feelings for her. "Eat

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

was quite satisfied with his minimal reaction. She wasn't expecting him to compliment her

she smiled, all the boys stopped moving and gathered around her spellbound by her beauty. 'I would give up everything for that

at her, while others blushed, and the rest

mean, Debbie, are you going on a blind date?" Kristina changed the way she usually addressed Debbie, because at that moment,

nor had she paid any special attention to her hairstyle. Needless to say, unlike today, she hadn't turned as many heads

party on that cruiser the other day, the only difference from her usual daily image was that red evening dress. As a result, none of Debbie's friends

Kristina, remarked, "Debbie, I guess you are not here to study but to distract

moment, Debbie was actually feeling a bit tired of pretending to be a different person. The smile on her face had finally gone

stiff smile was gone, Debbie walked over to Kristina, hugged her, and complained, "Kristina, I never knew being a woman could be so

two completely different kinds of women, Debbie waved her hand resignedly and suggested, "The

her, wrapped his

sorry, Jared, but I didn't put

is it for? Are you in love or something?" Jared

Debbie's arm. Her

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