Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

After Debbie had downed three glasses of liquor, she'd earned more than 10, 000 dollars.

Jared finally revealed himself. He was tipsy, and staggered out of the bathroom, slumping back into his seat. Since there was a throng surrounding Debbie at that moment, Jared couldn't see her, so he turned his attention to the girl he had met earlier.

By the time Kristina found him, Debbie had already drunk seven glasses of liquor. She let him know, and the news sobered him.

Jared rushed to Debbie, snatched the glass from her hand, and snarled, "What the hell do you think you're doing? How much have you had?" Noticing the thick wad of notes, Jared shivered. 'If Mr. Huo finds out about this, I'm screwed.'

Debbie waved her hand and said, "Eh, relax. Look at the money I've made. Thousands of dollars a glass. And I'm not drunk yet."

She really could hold her liquor. After seven glasses, her face was red but she was only a bit tipsy.

She was in a good mood now. She figured she could drink more and make more money. The man in the bar poured another glass of liquor for her. Once again, she emptied the glass and took the wad of notes thrown on the table.

Her husband Carlos was rich and generous, but she considered it wise to have some private savings, just in case she and Carlos got divorced one day. She didn't want to end up homeless and penniless after the divorce. And she figured she'd found her calling.

Seeing that Debbie wouldn't listen to him, Jared cleared his throat and shouted at the man, "Go away! Do you have any clue who she is? You have some serious stones to get her drunk like this. You're playing with fire!"

Jared wasn't a regular. As a matter of fact, it was no short drive for him to get here. The only reason he was here was Debbie. So the man didn't know either of them. Jared's words didn't faze the man. He just shrugged and assumed an innocent tone. "You saw it. I didn't force her. She wanted to drink."

It frustrated Jared that what the man had said was true. He wanted to punch the man in the face, but he lacked a reason. Then he whispered in Debbie's ear, "Think about your husband. You forget what he did to us the last time we got drunk? And that was just beer. But you've put a lot of glasses away. What do you think he's going to do when he finds out?"

"Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?" she

"Are you blind? Bernard's having fun. Boss is rich enough to buy this whole

bottle from the table and smashed it against the table. "I don't

Debbie's head. Afraid of what he'd do, she put the money in her purse and was ready to leave the bar. However, Bernard grabbed her arm. "Since you took so much of my money,

next time. I'm too drunk to sing," Debbie grinned and took a step forward.

hurry? If you're drunk, then sing drunk!" Bernard

her go, Jared smashed the broken bottle against his head. Blood gushed out and flowed down his face. Some of the customers screamed and fled

and soon his hand was covered with blood. His eyes went bloodshot with rage. He kicked away the chair in front of him furiously and

Jared repeated with a

sounded familiar, but she didn't remember

Oscar's my boss. You want to save your ass? Beat it. She took my money and she belongs to me tonight." Assuming that Jared was scared

thumb at Debbie, and said to him, "Oscar was beaten to a pulp and sentenced to life in prison. Know why? He offended her. That what

out half dead. People said it was because he pissed off Damon. Soon enough, he was given

had spent on the drinks tonight, he felt

the man

your request! I earned every penny. If you couldn't afford to lose it, why did you give

like that?" Bernard knew that

to Debbie. "Ignore him, Tomboy. Let's go." Jared took her by the arm

that Debbie wasn't Damon's woman, Bernard was relieved. Also since she was just a nobody, he