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

words. "Yeah. I have no choice. Relax, this is a paid gig. When you have some free

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

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? Kasie? Put

phone from Kasie's hand, he noticed that the caller ID was "Tomboy" and that they had already been on the phone for 18 minutes.

please. What would Mr. Huo think if

his case too. Now, hearing Kasie's remark, she couldn't help but burst into laughter. She fought the urge and stopped laughing. She

best friend Kasie, after all. "My parents are happy with her after seeing

polite. But what about turning

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

loves Lewis Huo? You mean me? Bullshit! I

culpa." Getting back on the phone, he said, "Mrs. Huo, I have a meeting. I'll call Kasie later to talk about

soon?" Debbie exclaimed. She was taken aback. 'Seeing parents? Are they talking

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

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

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

tightened her purse strings recently. 'Fine, just one meal. I'm not marrying him. There's nothing to worry about.' With

entering the room, he patted her on her shoulder

he buy me things, invite me to his home and treat me

back to her senses, realizing that the call was still connected. "Tomboy, hear

nice guy. Think about it, okay?"

After a while, she said, "I...

chatting fervently with Kasie over the phone, a 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 seemed that

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