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.

bank on your unreliable brother for anything meaningful?" he asked. If 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 wouldn't

paused for a moment and then replied, "Well, anyway, he's a man. Somehow, I believe, he can protect the girl should the need arise. Besides, Jared and

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

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

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

much as pretended not to give a damn, for the three days of her absence, everybody around him could sense his palpable anxiety.

to the WeChat Group consisting of his colleagues. He wrote, "My dear fellows, attention please! A 'volcano' is on the

Carlos arrived at the company building, all the staff tried their best to

Emmett's kind warning, there were still a few managers who were unluckily caught by Carlos and given

him from this demon. But he knew he had to finish reporting to his boss no matter how much he wanted to escape. "Mr...Mr. Huo, Mrs. Huo is having... a good time with...a minority young boy..." 'The young boy is quite handsome!' Emmett

Huo... Mrs. Huo is dancing with

is taking a

day, everyone in the meeting room held their breaths. They couldn't utter a wrong word,

finally felt a hope. 'Oh! The senior executives and managers of the ZL Group

rushed into the meeting room without even knocking at the door.

"Emmett, what are you laughing? You have a good mood? Then how about I send you to the remotest place in

and nervous gaze, Emmett mustered up

voice came to a sudden stop when Emmett handed him a

second day in the Southon Village. Have you come back from your business

this postcard is very beautiful so I sent it to you on a whim. Then again, I think

no, then I'll stay in the Southon Village for