Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

The manager of the bar freaked out. He signaled the bodyguards and said to Jared apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Han, but I wouldn't dare to offend the person seated upstairs even if I had ten lives to gamble with. I'm afraid you will have to let Miss Nian go."

Receiving the signal, the bodyguards walked towards Jared and tried to force Debbie away from him. Jared wasn't as good at martial arts as Debbie was. Moreover, Debbie was drunk. Desperate to find a way to protect Debbie, he shouted as the bodyguards approached, "I'm going to find out who the hell this man is!" With that, he held Debbie's hand and began climbing the stairs.

The others made way for them. When he got to the private booth upstairs, Jared kicked the door open and yelled, "Who the hell is stopping my fri... M... Mr... Huo?"

One single sight of Carlos' face, Jared almost fell to his knees out of fright. He spun around to look at the drunk person behind him, darted outside the room, and slammed the door shut hastily.

"Tomboy, run! Run for your life! It is Carlos Huo inside!" he whispered in a trembling voice as his fingers shivered to find balance. By this point, Debbie was too drunk to stand straight, but Jared's last remark alerted her.

She stared at Jared with gaping eyes and nodded. Then, hand in hand, they dashed downstairs like a crazy couple running to save their lives.

Carlos had recognized who were outside when the door of the room had been kicked open. Also he noticed that Debbie wasn't fully standing erect indicating that she was drunk. He opened the door and stepped outside the booth.

"Stop them!" he ordered in the hallway.

Unaware of the cause, the manager quickly followed Carlos' orders and told the bodyguards to stop the two people running away.

"Move! Move!" Having grabbed her by the wrist, Jared led the way for Debbie.

However, the bar was so crowded Debbie couldn't run fast although her physique enabled her to. As soon as they reached downstairs, they were barred by the bodyguards.

But she hadn't forgotten to resist. She knocked down the first bodyguard that tried to lay his hand on her.

And then the second, and then the third... When she was going to handle the seventh, the bar suddenly became eerily quiet. Debbie had an ominous feeling when a chill crept up her spine. Jared, who was standing opposite Debbie, saw the man behind her. His face twisted with fear. 'Should I flee for my life? Debbie is his wife. Maybe he wouldn't harm her even if I left her alone here.'

After knocking the last bodyguard to the ground, Debbie pretended not to sense the person standing behind her and strode towards the entrance of the bar.

a stern voice. Upon hearing Carlos'

the scene, mostly because they all wanted to keep a safe distance

Debbie whispered to

"How about I run and you go appease your

way! Are you ditching me?" Debbie pinched his arm hard. Jared let out a painful scream and jumped in agony with

this man is your husband. He will let you pass after you play cute and sweet. Trust me,

Debbie cursed internally. She felt that this would be the most difficult thing she ever had to do.

were whispering, Carlos came down the stairs. "Hurry. Your husband is arriving. Our lives depend

calming herself down, she raised her head and turned around abruptly. She threw herself at Carlos, buried

'Ugh...is this playing cute or dumb?' Jared cried inside, feeling his end

alcohol from Debbie made him wince in disgust. He shot a grim glance at Jared, who almost lowered his head to the floor, and demanded, "What's going

was going to tell him about Bernard, but when he looked around, he noticed that

little. Right, Tomboy?" Jared stressed on her name as a

and said, "Yes, yes, I... alas, my head, my

ever. When he carried the woman in his arms, the crowd exclaimed in shock. "Who

Why is Mr. Huo carrying her?"

passed by Jared, Carlos kicked him in the sheen and said, "How

then came another kick, this one more excruciating than the previous one.

so quickly as if there were an OFF button on his mouth which had just been pressed. 'Damn

raised her head from Carlos' shoulder and mouthed, "Sorry," to

I told her not to drink. Ow, my leg. Ow, my groin. It damn hurts. Even my old man has

get a chance to hold you in the palm of my hand, I'll

looked at him suspiciously. The smirk on the boy's face disappeared instantly and he ran away like a deer escaping a lion in one

car outside the bar all the while. When he saw him coming out of the bar with a woman in his arms, he