Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

As soon as the housemaid put the plate in front of Carlos, Debbie thrust her chopsticks in to pick up the slice of roasted meat. Shaking the meat in front of the angry Megan, she said in a naughty tone, "Oh, I'm sorry. You know, your uncle Carlos is a germophobe. You touched the meat with your chopsticks, so he won't eat it. I'd better eat it instead."

Before stuffing the meat into her mouth, she looked at the meat while adding, "But...do you have... Are you healthy?" She managed to swallow the words "infectious disease" before she said them out loud. That would have been blatant, and Debbie was too clever for that. She wanted her attack to be well-planned, well-timed, and well-executed, and being too brazen would have knocked all that off kilter. She tried not to smile while chewing her food. That would have given her away.

Exasperated, Megan began to breathe faster. Short of breath, she stuttered, "Aunt Debbie, what are you... talking about... I... I..."

It seemed to Debbie that Megan's asthma attack always came at the best times. Debbie's plan had hit a snag, instead of staking her claim to what was rightfully hers—Carlos himself. But yet again, it looked as though Debbie was bullying a patient.

"Enough! Why are you being so noisy at the dinner table?" Seeing Megan struggling for breath, Valerie immediately gestured to a housemaid, instructing her to take care of Megan. In the meantime, she cast a stern glance at Debbie. Of course, Debbie wasn't about to take that lying down.

'I'm being noisy? But who started it?' Unconvinced, Debbie pursed her lips and focused on eating her food.

Carlos put down his chopsticks and called in the steward. When the steward came into the dining room, he ordered, "Tomorrow, swap this table out for a rotating table."

"Yes, Mr. Huo," the steward answered and left.

Carlos put a piece of cabbage in Debbie's bowl and looked at Valerie. "Grandma, Debbie's part of this family too. If you play favorites, you'll hurt Debbie's heart. As time goes by, she may develop psychological problems. If that happens, you might find it harder to be a great-grandmother."

'A great-grandmother?'

Valerie looked toward Debbie with hatred, while the latter blinked her innocent eyes at her. Debbie didn't expect Carlos to mention having a child all of a sudden.

"Just eat your food," Carlos ordered her in a hushed voice. He moved more food to her plate before eating his own.

On the other side of the table, Valerie heaved a sigh of relief when Megan's breathing had improved. It seemed like her asthma attack was going away. Debbie saw it too, and glared at her briefly. She believed that Megan used it to get attention, and might even be faking to the whole ordeal. Quite the accusation!

After dinner, Valerie excused herself, and asked both Carlos and Megan to come into her room. She wanted to talk with them privately.

Obviously knowing that Debbie was watching, Megan cheerfully closed the door.

door. 'Huh! I don't give a damn what you will

around, she saw an emotionless Miranda standing right behind her. In an instant, the grimace on her face was replaced by a polite smile. "Aunt Miranda,"

reason why Debbie showed so much respect to the arrogant Miranda was not because Debbie was scared of her. It was just that Miranda was an elder. And besides, she hadn't done anything overt to Debbie, nor did she seem to side with the other family members whenever

"I'd like you to come with me to visit

head and looked at Miranda

reaction made Miranda unhappy. She queried in a cold voice, "Is that

be an honor to go with you." It was just that she hadn't ever imagined that Miranda would invite her

do that? Was this a way

her friends. Jared suddenly complained, "Damon's getting married. His wife-to-be is pregnant. My dad is busy preparing the betrothal gifts.

"Ha! Think your brother cares about your dad's

Damon was rich enough himself, so he wouldn't care about his dad's fortune a bit. Then he

a nodding-head emoji.

something about him last time, but you were too drunk to listen. I'm not sure you heard anything I said. So... I heard Damon say he sent Oscar to

Life-imprisonment?

shit. But he deserved it. The guy was a punk. He committed crimes like kids eat candy. Any one

didn't text back.

into the room, this was what he saw—a meditating Debbie. He climbed onto the bed, pressed on her back

struggled to roll over and looked into

and had so many doubts that she didn't even have time to care about it. "Is it true? Did Oscar get

frowned, racking his brain to recall who this guy was. But he failed. "Who's Oscar?" he asked in

time at the Orchid Private Club, I got in a fight with a guy and a woman. The guy

her reminder, two blurry faces popped into his brain. Yet, he didn't give it much thought and shook it off quickly. He wouldn't bother dealing with a guy like that personally. "I told Damon

After a moment of meditation, she pinched the handsy man's ear

this woman wouldn't let it go. After giving her a quick kiss,

call went through in no time. Damon's voice was clearly heard in the quiet bedroom. "Carlos? You finally remember that I exist. You've been a hermit