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?"

pretending to be a man won't be hard for me, not to mention acting

was little. How hard can it be to act like a

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

her hair in a ponytail or a bun, but now she let it flow elegantly as a

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

cruiser party, Debbie had captivated Carlos' heart with an elegant evening dress.

dress she was wearing now seemed to have made

feelings for her. "Eat your breakfast,"

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

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

brightened as her mind replayed the pleasant memories from the morning. When she smiled, all the boys stopped moving and gathered around her spellbound by her beauty. 'I would

Some returned goofy grins at her, while others blushed, and

changed the way she usually addressed Debbie,

any special attention to her hairstyle. Needless to say, unlike today, she hadn't turned as many heads on that

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

Kristina, remarked, "Debbie, I guess you

of pretending to be a different person. The smile on her face had finally gone on strike.

hugged her, and complained, "Kristina, I never knew being a woman could

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 her, wrapped his arm around her shoulders and declared, "Debbie, I am going to pursue

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

for? Are you in love

Her voice was thick with shock, as if someone had just told her that the sun had