Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

"I heard it from the village head!" Jared replied. He had gone to the village head's house in an attempt to get an electric warming fan or at least, an electric blanket. Much to his disappointment, he hadn't gotten anything. Perhaps, the only thing to help him keep warm now would be wine, which thankfully, their hosts had supplied in plenty. So he joined the village head for a drink with the accompaniment of some hearty talks. But the elder was no heavy drinker. Only a few glasses down and he dropped the guard, turning into a blabbermouth.

In between his juicy tales, he let slip to Jared that someone had requested the villagers to give special care to Debbie. Although he didn't know who that person was, he remembered someone mentioned about a name "Mr. Huo".

From the village head's words, Jared could put two and two together. The surname Huo was a rare name, and even across the city, there was only one "Mr. Huo" whose influence could reach a remote village like the Southon Village.

Touched by Carlos' gesture, Debbie flashed a sweet smile. But she didn't want to admit the happiness exploding in her heart. Instead she faked a retort to Jared. "No, I don't think the village head was telling the truth."

"Oh, really? But I can see you smiling from ear to ear. Why don't you just admit that you're on cloud nine now?" Jared teased.

Debbie turned around and glared at him. "Just go and do night running. It will help you keep warm!"

'Do night running? No way! I would rather stay under the quilt, though I have to tolerate Dixon, ' he thought.

In Y City, by the time Carlos came back, Debbie had already been away for about three days. She had left without giving him a phone call, not even sending him a message.

Sulking silently, he took out his phone and called Curtis. "Have they arrived there?"

"Yes, they arrived safely, although my brother lamented the living conditions. Seems a little seedy over there," said Curtis on the other end of the phone. 'His brother? Gus Lu?'

Closing his eyes tight, Carlos said in a stern tone, "It serves her right. She made her own bed." 'She didn't even ask for my opinion before deciding. I didn't know it until the name-list was submitted to the school, ' he thought to himself.

"Rest assured. I've done as per your instructions and asked the people there to take good care of her. I've also sent Gus there to protect her. I know you feel bad, but it's only a few more days and she'll be back." Curtis understood what was going on in Carlos' mind.

he hadn't known that Gus had shown no interest in women in the past 22 years and had been suspected to be gay, he

manner of Carlos' question left Curtis doubtful. He paused for a moment and then replied, "Well, anyway, he's a man. Somehow, I believe, he can protect the girl should

anything, he was pretty sure she'd be just fine. But how would she cope with the other inconveniences of

was not until she set out for the Southon Village that he learned about the dismal living conditions there. It seemed like a village

her stay there, she hasn't bothered to call me. Not even once! I think I should just let her be.

give a damn, for the three days of her absence, everybody around him could sense his palpable anxiety. For fear of getting on his wrong side, they went about work

phone and secretly sent a message to the WeChat Group consisting of his colleagues. He wrote, "My dear fellows, attention please! A 'volcano' is on the verge of erupting! Anyone who doesn't want to die, please mind your steps and don't step

staff tried their best to stay away from him

warning, there were still a few managers who were unluckily caught by Carlos and

the air in the CEO's office still felt heavy and oppressive. Standing next to Carlos, Emmett wished the ground under him would magically open up and swallow him to save him from this demon. But he knew he had to finish reporting to his boss no

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utter a wrong word, because they could feel

felt a hope. 'Oh! The senior executives and managers

the CEO's personal assistant, Emmett rushed into the meeting room without even

cold voice came. "Emmett, what are you laughing? You have a good mood? Then how about I send you to the remotest place in the world to study the

gaze, Emmett mustered up

a sudden stop when Emmett handed

a picture of a beautiful landscape. There were words written on its back. "Carlos, this is my second day in the

it to you on a whim. Then again, I think I'd better write a few words on it to jolt you out of your arrogance.

why haven't you said anything back? Do you still love me? Fine, if your answer is no, then I'll stay in the Southon Village for the rest of my life. That way, you can enjoy your time with Miss Lan or Miss Mi. No one will ever stop you from doing