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?"

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

when I was little. How hard can it

brown eyebrow powder, black eyeliner, and Giorgio Armani Lip

bun, but now she let it flow elegantly as a princess

black hair, so smooth and silky, as if it were tailored from a starless night sky. As she whirled,

had captivated Carlos' heart with

she was wearing now seemed to

feelings for her. "Eat your breakfast," he said flatly.

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

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

the pleasant memories from the morning. When she smiled, all the boys stopped moving and gathered around her spellbound by her beauty. 'I would give up everything for that smile, ' they all thought.

getting, Debbie winked at the boys. Some returned goofy grins at her, while others

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

she hadn't put on any makeup, nor had she paid any special attention to her

Debbie, along with Jared, had gone to that anniversary party on that cruiser the other day, the only difference from her usual daily image was that red evening

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

different person. The smile on her

to Kristina, hugged her, and complained, "Kristina, I never knew being

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

towards Debbie. Jared ran to her, wrapped his arm around her shoulders and declared, "Debbie, I am going to pursue you. I mean

bluntly, "I'm sorry, Jared, but I didn't put on this

it for? Are you in love

Debbie is in love? Who is the lucky man? Debbie, come on, tell us," Kasie asked anxiously while shaking Debbie's arm. Her voice was thick with shock, as if someone had just told her that the sun had risen in