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.

I don't give a damn what you will talk about, ' she

standing right behind her. In an instant, the grimace on her face was replaced by a

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

slowly, "I'd like you to come with me

and looked at Miranda with

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

head vigorously, Debbie promised, "No. I didn't expect to be asked. It would be an honor to go with you." It was just that she hadn't ever imagined that Miranda would invite

Why did she do that? Was

Debbie had given up thinking about the invitation, and had been chatting happily on WeChat with her friends. Jared suddenly complained, "Damon's getting married. His wife-to-be is pregnant. My dad is busy

Think your brother cares about

dad's fortune a

a nodding-head

told you 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 the police station at your husband's request. And in the end, the court gave Oscar a

was taken aback. "Seriously? Life-imprisonment? But it wasn't

crimes like kids eat candy. Any one of these would have dumped him in jail for the rest of his life. He's lucky he

didn't text

walked into the room, this was what he saw—a meditating Debbie. He climbed onto the bed, pressed on her back and asked, "What are you

over and looked into his eyes. They were in a

didn't even have time to care about it. "Is it true? Did Oscar get

to recall who this guy was. But he failed. "Who's Oscar?" he asked

in a

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

pinched the handsy man's ear and asked, "He

like this woman wouldn't let it go. After giving her a

Damon's voice was clearly heard in the quiet bedroom. "Carlos? You finally remember that I exist. You've been a hermit since you