Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

When Jared's friends found out he just bought fresh underpants for Carlos, they all burst into laughter. Some held their stomachs, trying to catch their breath in between. "You crazy bastard!" one of them even said. "So, man, have you imagined Carlos dominating you on bed?" Kasie teased. "Like, you jack off as you imagine him blowing you off?"

Jared's cheeks turned red in embarrassment. Annoyed, he shouted, "Stop it! I'm straight as hell! I'm not gay!"

The elevator finally came to a halt when it reached the fifth floor of the Alioth Building and Tristan greeted them. Upon seeing Debbie, he walked up to her along with the manager. "Good day, Mrs. Huo, welcome."

Debbie's eyes widened as she saw Tristan. She felt a bit shy when he addressed her as "Mrs. Huo". Then she turned to her friends and gestured towards him. "Guys, this is Tristan Zheng, Carlos' secretary."

"Good day," her friends greeted him and felt shy as he gave them a polite bow.

"Good day to you as well," Tristan smiled. "Follow us and we shall lead you to the best private booth in this building."

Debbie and her friends felt uneasy as they sat down. Tristan and some waitresses served the dishes. And obviously, it was something Carlos' secretary shouldn't do. She took the seafood platter from him and offered, "Tristan, there's no need to do this. Just sit down and have a meal with us."

Tristan shook his head, smiling as he bowed. "Thank you for your kindness, Mrs. Huo, but I am afraid that I'll have to turn down your invitation. I have to go back to the office later."

Debbie didn't protest and gave him a smile. "Is that so? Since you still have work to finish, it's best to take your leave now. Don't worry, I can take care of my guests."

"That's right," Kristina nodded. "You are being too kind to us. Don't mind us. We're old enough to take care of ourselves." She felt like she was in seventh heaven as it was the first time she had entered such a fancy restaurant. She felt a bit shy with the hospitality shown by Tristan and the manager.

As for Jared, he felt at home. After all he came from a wealthy family and was used to these kinds of places. He gave a smirk to Debbie. "Hey, Tomboy. Since I got your husband some underpants, can you ask him to give me a VIP card of this restaurant?"

Debbie rolled her eyes and replied sarcastically, "Oh sure, I will."

Jared laughed.

VIP card myself

Tristan overheard their conversation and felt the need to explain it. "Mrs. Huo, as per Mr. Huo's request, I have already informed the manager about the matter. You are always free to eat here in Mr. Carlos' private booth. No need to pay anything. As for your friends, you can give the VIP cards

they had just heard. They all felt

He's every woman's dream man!

piece of chocolate into her mouth. The others only laughed at her joke. Debbie looked amused and said, "Sure. I don't mind, but we'll see if Carlos agrees. Anyways, let's eat! I'm

food porn photos!" Kasie chuckled. "Better post it on

and took photos of the scrumptious, well-prepared

I just give each of them a VIP card? It would be unfair to the

Mrs. Huo. I'll tell the manager to

this, Dixon almost spat out his drink. He quickly cut in, "Girl, no need

seconded, "He's right, Debbie. Just give Kasie and Jared the cards. You can take us to have meals here in the

their protests. "Nah. It's not a big deal. It's

"Yep!" Debbie nodded.

give me the card. I'm fine as along as I can book a private

nodded their heads in agreement. Carlos was Debbie's husband and they felt that it would be shameful of them if they even dared to ask for more. "Debbie, it's alright," Kasie smiled. "You are already kind enough to invite us for a meal

"If I'm still with Carlos in the future, then I'll bring you guys here many times as possible." But she couldn't say it out loud since Tristan was still around.

cakes, flan, and a fruit platter. To top it off, the waitresses also served them some green tea and

Debbie posted nine photos in WeChat Moments and captioned, "Great food. Great

tie him up and ride him. Men love that kind of thing! It's bound to blow his

banter gradually faded. Debbie's face turned into different shades of