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.

hand, knew that Carlos was talking to her. At that moment, she was no longer the same girl who had smashed the private booth a moment ago. Uneasily, she

to her husband. In disbelief, they watched the girl jog

before him, Carlos curled his lips in satisfaction

she looked rather obedient right now, he could feel the anger brewing inside her. He knew his

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

nice to her?

them alive. She didn't want to bully others with Carlos' resources, so she decided to smooth things over and pretend that nothing had

Tristan and ordered,

pause, he added, "Contact the

a bomb; the hallway went so still

was flabbergasted as well. She looked at Carlos with her

back to his senses and turned to

Huo would like you to help him make his wife, Debbie Nian, the lawful owner of Orchid Private Club. As for her personal data, I'll send everything you need

After a

"Mr. Huo... Boss... P-Please don't make such silly jokes. It's

looked at his wife and then turned to the manager. "The rest is up to you. If you fail to deal with it properly, you'll be sorry for

pissed in his

Carlos had ordered, Debbie was raised from being a student to being the boss of a high-end club. Needless to say, the share-out bonus of which

me..." Debbie demanded in

Carlos grabbed her hand and led her to the

jealous, unconvinced, and frustrated. They watched the ideal man of

hearts broke

the backseat, while Tristan was

the entrance and closed the gates behind him. Debbie confronted Carlos, who was now drinking water. "Carlos, I really appreciate the way you