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."

"What did you say?

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

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

Debbie was still on the phone, she could hear Emmett's voice coming from the other end, so she spoke loudly to get Kasie's attention. "Hello, Kasie?

and that they had already been

her eyes at him. "Oh please. What would Mr. Huo think if

to get on his case too. Now, hearing Kasie's remark, she couldn't help but burst into laughter. She fought the urge and stopped laughing. She needed to know. "So, what

are happy with her after seeing the photo," he answered in

"Very polite. But what about

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

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

phone, he said, "Mrs. Huo, I have a meeting.

taken aback.

the phone to Kasie, Emmett drew close to her and whispered in a mysterious voice, "The contract tonight is important to the company. If I can't seal the deal, half of my bonus goes bye-bye. I'll call you

With a stiff smile on her face, she stuttered, "I-It's...

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

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

happily, showing his white teeth. Before entering the room, he patted her on her shoulder and promised, "If I get this contract, I'll buy you

Why would he buy me things, invite

moment, she finally came back to

Look, Emmett's a nice guy. Think about it, okay?" Debbie persuaded.

paused. After a while, she said,

grandmother wanted to see her. The old lady was waiting for her downstairs. It

quickly, she asked