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.

Upon hearing Carlos'

the scene, mostly because they all wanted to keep a safe distance from Carlos, the man with an intimidating

to

inwardly. "How about I run and you go appease your husband? You're his wife after

pinched his arm hard. Jared let out a painful scream and jumped in agony with one

play cute and sweet. Trust

and sweet? Me? Kill me, kill me right now, ' Debbie cursed internally. She felt that this would

arriving. Our lives depend on you now, buddy," Jared told

do it. For my friend and myself. Just this once. It shouldn't be too difficult.' After calming herself down, she raised her head and turned around abruptly. She threw herself at

cute or dumb?' Jared cried inside, feeling his end was near.

in disgust. He shot a grim glance at Jared, who almost lowered his head to the floor, and demanded, "What's going on?

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

Tomboy?" Jared stressed on her name as a cue for

head, my head is spinning so fast. Mr. Handsome, can you take

was as gloomy as ever. When he carried the woman in his arms, the crowd exclaimed in shock.

knows? Why is Mr. Huo carrying her?" another

Carlos kicked him in the sheen and said, "How dare you to let

stop her—" And then came another kick, this one more excruciating than the previous one. "Ouch! I'll stop! I'll

a stern look and he shut up so quickly as if there were an OFF button on his mouth which had just been

her out of the bar, Debbie slightly raised her head from Carlos' shoulder and

because of her. I told her not

palm of my hand, I'll make you grovel and

was immersed in his fantasy, Carlos suddenly turned and looked at him suspiciously. The smirk on the boy's face disappeared

outside the bar all the while. When he saw him coming out of the bar with a woman in his arms, he was surprised. But after a careful stare, he opened the door of the backseat