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."

in shock. "What did you say?

a paid gig. When you have some free time, I can buy you

were 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, but his offer of "a paid gig" just

she spoke loudly to get Kasie's attention.

noticed that the caller ID was "Tomboy" and that they had already been on

"Oh please. What would

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

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

what

casually leaning against the wall. "I'd like to give it a shot. But she

interrupted abruptly by Kasie's angry shout. "Hey, who loves Lewis Huo? You mean me?

"Okay, okay. Mea culpa." Getting back on the phone, he said, "Mrs. Huo, I

Debbie exclaimed. She was taken aback. 'Seeing parents? Are

to her and whispered in a mysterious voice, "The contract tonight is important to the company. If I can't seal

Kasie nervous. With a stiff smile on her face, she stuttered, "I-It's... none of

new and fashionable products at the plaza after the Spring Festival. I'll buy you two things and you come to my house

because her mother had tightened her purse strings recently. 'Fine, just one meal.

teeth. Before entering the room, he patted her

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

came back to her senses, realizing that

nice guy. Think about it, okay?" Debbie persuaded.

she said, "I... Let me think about

see her. The old lady was waiting for her downstairs. It seemed that Debbie had been too naive. She thought that as long as she

she want?' she thought. Ending the call quickly, she asked the housemaid curiously, "Did she