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?"

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

little. How hard can

eyeliner, and Giorgio Armani Lip Maestro 400 The Red, the tomboy had transformed

in a ponytail or a bun, but now she let it flow elegantly as a princess should.

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

had captivated Carlos' heart with an elegant

she was wearing now seemed to have made her

feelings for her.

was feeling about her deep down in his

tried to hide his emotions, Debbie was quite satisfied with his minimal reaction. She wasn't expecting him to compliment her anyway, so she ate her breakfast quietly without uttering

all the boys stopped moving

goofy grins at her, while others blushed, and the rest bumped into each other, flustered, as they

goodness, Tom...I mean, Debbie, are you going on a blind date?" Kristina changed the way she usually addressed Debbie, because at that moment, Debbie didn't look

she hadn't put on any makeup, nor had she paid any special attention to her hairstyle. Needless to say, unlike today, she hadn't

the other day, the only difference from her usual daily

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

person. The smile on her face had finally gone on strike. Most importantly, Carlos wasn't at the university to

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

a woman," Kristina replied. Having considered the fact that she and Kristina were two completely different kinds of women, Debbie

entered the classroom, all eyes were drawn towards Debbie. Jared ran to her, wrapped his arm around her shoulders and declared, "Debbie, I

at him and replied bluntly, "I'm sorry, Jared, but I

in love or

lucky man? Debbie, come on, tell us," Kasie asked anxiously while shaking Debbie's arm. Her voice was thick with