Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Emmett was always on the ball and a quick thinker, but at this moment, Hayden's abrupt words confused him. "Mr. Gu, what do you mean?"

"Not enough? How about ten million? I can tell you don't love Debbie. I want her back. So just give me a chance with her."

'Of course I don't love Debbie. How could I?' Emmett mused. "Mr. Gu, there must be some misunderstanding," he said.

"What is it? More money? Just say the word. If you're worried that you won't be able to find someone else, I'll help you out. With 10 million burning a hole in your pocket, you'll be married in a flash."

Emmett wanted to cuss this guy out. He was stupid—this man on the other end of the phone. He wouldn't stop talking, for one, and he wouldn't let Emmett get a word in edgewise. He kept outbidding himself to boot. Even if Emmett were in a position to bargain, the man just kept going. Emmett couldn't even accept his offer. Finally, he interrupted him. "Mr. Gu! I know I'm just a secretary, but I can't be bought. Besides, I don't care about your money. If I were you, I'd spend more time with Miss Qin. It's late. Good night, Mr. Gu."

Emmett hung up the call without giving Hayden time to respond.

Everyone in Y City knew that Hayden was getting engaged to a daughter of the Qin family.

Hayden was furious and tossed his phone on the desk. He hated being hung up on. He rubbed his cheeks in frustration and sighed heavily. 'How do I get Debbie back?'

The next morning, Carlos and Debbie were going to make the trip to New York. Before leaving for the airport, Carlos went to his office to delegate his duties. Other people needed to pick up the slack. He wasn't going to have his company fall apart simply because he wasn't there. Debbie slept in. She didn't start packing until she finished her late breakfast.

Still, when she was done packing, Carlos hadn't made it home. She waited. And then she even took a nap. It was not until nearly noon that she heard the sounds of a car pulling up. Debbie got out of bed swiftly and dashed onto the balcony. Carlos was back! She waved at the car happily. Emmett got out and opened the back door. Carlos looked at her as he stepped out of the car.

"Mr. Handsome!" Debbie shouted to him.

his arms. Debbie dashed through their bedroom and across the hallway. From there she raced down the stairs into the living room, threw open the main doors to the villa, and ran into the arms of the man who

mood. Is it because we're going to New York?"

her head.

boring. She had nothing to do. But now that she

a joyful voice came from behind them, "Aunt Debbie, are

she looked at the car, she saw a girl sitting in the back

to New York, '

to the girl. Just then, a servant carried Debbie's luggage out of

had to say to Carlos. She needed to get this off her chest, and she didn't care about what kind of strange looks she got from others. This was extremely necessary. She stood on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear, "I want to sit in another car with you, just the two

how flirty

said to

was confused, but he was too afraid to ask. He remembered how vengeful Carlos could be, so he didn't question his orders. "Yes,

out the window

Debbie and I will

his driver, Matan, and soon another posh car was driven out of the garage and stopped in front of them. This one had some serious dramatic flair, the Maserati Quattroporte. She climbed into the sumptuous, leather-lined cabin. The seats were exquisitely padded, covered in brown leather, along

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black car drove slowly out of the manor. Debbie leaned against his shoulder and started asking all kinds of questions. "Is Grandpa awake yet? Will Grandma and Dad like me? Who else is living in the house besides Dad

totally speechless. He swore this wasn't the flirty moment he was

like you. You and I will live in the manor in New York just like everyone else in my family.

not talk to him alone. If there is something that requires you to talk to him, tell me first, and I'll