Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

"No way. We're not a good match. Emmett is a weird guy when he's not working. What's more, I enjoy being single. I don't need a man. It's my parents. They want me to find a nice guy," Kasie said on the other end.

Debbie pursed her lips and defended Emmett, "So why did you accept the expensive handbag he bought?"

"For the selfies. Those are worth more than the price of a handbag. We took some cute pics to convince his parents we're dating."

Debbie sighed helplessly. "Fine, as long as you guys are okay with it."

"Yeah. Oh! Can you guess who we bumped into at Shining International Plaza?"

"Who?"

"Hayden. By the way, why haven't you told him who your real husband is? He thought you were married to Emmett."

Debbie knew Hayden had mistaken Emmett for her husband. Yet she wasn't interested in explaining anything to him, and he likely wouldn't even believe it. "I don't need to explain anything to him. Anyway, it's not like we're an item," Debbie replied firmly.

"Sounds about right. I'm looking forward to the day Portia finds out you're Mrs. Huo. I can see the look on her face. Aha...ha..." Kasie leaned against the sofa, bursting into wild laughter.

Right then, the door of the empty VIP room was pushed open. A group of businessmen walked in as a man said politely, "Emmett, this is the room we reserved..."

The group of neatly dressed businessmen were shocked to see a woman lying casually on the sofa. When she spotted them, Kasie hastily stood up from the sofa and tidied her clothes.

Emmett asked curiously, "Kasie? Why are you here?"

Kasie swung her phone in front of him. "Too noisy out there, so I wanted a quiet spot to talk on the phone. I'm leaving now," she explained briefly.

Emmett nodded and moved aside to let her out. But the next second, he remembered something and stopped in her tracks. After pulling her out of the room, he said, "Hey, my dad invited you to have a meal at my house."

eyes in shock. "What did you say? A meal

casually, confirming her words. "Yeah. I have no choice. Relax, this is a paid gig. When

going through her head right now, none of them good. He was paying her to go out with him? Wouldn't that be like a prostitute? If the comparison was valid, then did that make her a whore? And what did that do to her image? What if someone found out? And was that all she was to him? A paid escort? He seemed friendly enough,

hear Emmett's voice coming from the other end, so she spoke loudly to get Kasie's attention. "Hello, Kasie? Kasie? Put

the caller ID was "Tomboy" and that they had already been on the phone for 18 minutes. Realizing this, he grinned broadly and said playfully, "Hi, Mrs.

eyes at him. "Oh please. What would Mr.

but burst into laughter. She fought the urge and stopped laughing. She needed to

carefully. This was her best friend Kasie, after all. "My parents are happy with her after seeing the photo," he answered in

polite. But what about

girl casually leaning against the wall. "I'd like to give it a

was interrupted abruptly by Kasie's angry shout. "Hey, who loves Lewis Huo? You mean me? Bullshit! I was done with him a long time ago.

said, "Mrs. Huo, I have a

was taken

tonight is important to the company. If

nervous. With a stiff smile on her face, she

fashionable products at the plaza after the Spring Festival. I'll buy you two things and you come to my house to have a meal, okay? Just one meal. That's

tightened her purse strings recently. 'Fine, just one meal. I'm not marrying him.

the room, he patted her on her shoulder and

so close? Why would he buy me things, invite me to his home and treat

came back to her senses, realizing that the call was still

a nice guy. Think about

After a while, she said, "I... Let me think about

knock at the door interrupted her. It was a housemaid, informing her that Carlos' grandmother wanted to see her. The old lady was waiting for her downstairs. It

call quickly, she asked the housemaid curiously, "Did she say why