Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Hardly had the manager's voice faded away when Jared kicked him hard in the leg. "What the fuck?! How dare you ask her to kneel down and apologize to that man? Don't you know who she is?" Jared cursed.

Ignoring the manager's sour face, he walked up to Carlos and was going to ask him to help Debbie. But on second thought, he changed his mind and deemed it wise not to interfere in the couple's private affairs.

So without uttering a word, he turned around and walked back to Debbie.

Everyone was dumbfounded, not knowing what he was doing.

The manager had no idea who Debbie was. But as an experienced, business-minded person, he knew his priorities. His boss and two other distinguished guests were blocked by the crowd, so he urged them to make way. "Gentlemen, please get out of the way." He decided to settle matters with them after Carlos and his friends left the club.

'Son of a bitch! How dare you kick me?! I swear I'll break your leg!' he angrily swore to himself.

The moment Damon saw his brother, he instantly realized what was wrong with his VIP card. His eyebrows raised a little when he recognized the girl next to Jared. Excitement ruled over him as he was dying to witness the fun that was about to begin.

He elbowed Wesley and said in a light voice so that Carlos wouldn't hear him, "Look! The girl who smashed the private booth is Carlos' wife."

Wesley rolled his eyes at him, then followed the direction where he was pointing. He stepped aside to keep Damon at arm's length.

Damon's face soured at Wesley's reaction. 'What is wrong with this guy? Why is he avoiding me as if I had some communicable disease?'

"Good evening, Mr. Huo, Mr. Han, and Mr. Li. Nice to meet you guys. I didn't expect to meet you here. Are you enjoying the party?" Laying his eyes upon Carlos and his friends, Oscar suppressed his anger and walked towards them with a forced flattering smile.

Damon flashed a wicked grin; he knew this man was finished for he had offended Carlos' wife. Wesley, as a military officer, abhorred evils as deadly foes and knew one when he saw one. He didn't even turn his head to cast the man a single glance; he only wished he could shoot him straight in the head right this instant.

"Come over here!" Carlos motioned, but not to Oscar.

The onlookers got confused and wondered whom he was talking to.

was no longer the same girl who had

decided to be an obedient wife to her husband. In disbelief, they watched the

girl standing before him, Carlos curled his lips in satisfaction and asked in

feel the anger brewing inside her. He knew his wife was not a bully, and there must be a reason behind all this trouble.

quite nervous—the girls who had spoken ill of her, the manager who had asked her to kneel down, and Oscar who had

to her? How are

ocean or bury them alive. She didn't want to bully others with Carlos'

Tristan

he

like a bomb; the hallway went so still that you could even hear a pin

well. She looked at Carlos with

back to his senses and turned to Wesley. "Hey,

"Mr. Fu, Mr. Huo would like you to help him make his wife, Debbie Nian, the lawful owner of Orchid

it." After a long time, Debbie finally managed

Boss... P-Please don't make such silly jokes. It's not

and then turned to the manager. "The rest is up to you. If you fail

almost pissed in his pants

high-end club. Needless to say, the share-out bonus of which was up to hundreds of

me..." Debbie demanded

Carlos grabbed her hand and led her to the exit

emotions—envious, jealous, unconvinced, and frustrated. They watched the ideal man of their dreams walking away with

hearts broke

Tristan was in the passenger seat. The driver started the engine

Carlos, who was now drinking water. "Carlos, I really appreciate the way you saved me in that club. Now that we are home and nobody is watching us, I hope you can call your lawyer and tell him not to make me the owner of that club.