Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Switching off the earpiece, Emmett responded, his tone serious, "I'm sorry, Miss Mi. This is Mr. Huo's personal affair. It's not my place to talk about it. If you are interested about it, you may ask Mr. Huo yourself."

Ask Mr. Huo? One could only wish to have the nerve to ask about such things. "I see. Alright," Olga said in a deadpan tone. "I'll take note of that." Smiling bitterly, she turned to look at the car window, obviously fuming at Emmett's response and attitude. Even if she did possess the nerve to ask, it'd just be ridiculous to inquire about a man's wife. Not to mention, that wasn't just any man, it was Mr. Huo.

The very next day, Emmett arrived at Carlos' office with a few sheets of paper in hand that contained all the information he could gather regarding Debbie which was: an application form from her university and a simple profile.

The said profile only ranged with basic information such as age, university, and hobbies. Placing them on Carlos' desk, Emmett took a few steps back and waited for his boss' response.

Picking up the papers from the desk, Carlos skimmed them and what surprised Emmett was Carlos suddenly tossed them up in the air. He looked at Emmett in frustration, his voice booming throughout his office. "Is this all that you're capable of? Have I been too good to you recently?"

Such a sullen tone sent Emmett's heart pounding fiercely. Keeping himself calm and composed, Emmett bent down to pick up the papers and took the chance to take a deep breath. Once he did, he responded, "Mr. Huo, this girl is an enigma. This is all the information I could gather so far." A lie escaped Emmett's lips. In reality, he had shredded the rest of the papers and disposed of it.

"Get lost!" Carlos commanded. "Now!"

"Yes, Mr. Huo." Giving one last glance at the papers which Carlos had swept off his desk, Emmett fled his boss' office as quickly as possible.

When his office doors had reached a full close, Carlos' eyes fell to the image on the application form. In that image he saw, Debbie was free from any trace of makeup. Catching his attention

once more was Debbie's pair of round, glistening eyes. Strange to say, Carlos felt as if Debbie's eyes were speaking to him.

Then, that displeasing memory crossed his mind again. That memory of how Debbie had kissed him. Instantly, he felt offended all over again. Rubbing his brows, he picked up a file from his desk and slammed it against Debbie's application form.

The image of Debbie was instantly covered up and out of Carlos' view, in which he felt he had hit Debbie across the face. Now, he felt better.

While Carlos eased himself once again into his seat to relax, a certain piece of information struck him once again. Sitting up from his seat, he gravely pondered, 'Her last name… Nian… Only a few people in Y City have that last name. What's her relationship with the Nian family?'

Carlos from his trail of thought was none other than the phone

the color of scarlet. Walking along the now red leaf path, Debbie was with low spirits, not in the mood to appreciate the beauty of the season while the two

days had already passed and still, Debbie failed to muster up the courage to head to Carlos' office and speak with him regarding their divorce. Not one word had come from him. During the previous evening, Philip had informed her that Carlos hadn't attended to the matter yet, which bothered her

this had sprung from that one text she received a long time ago.

"Debbie, I'm coming back."

that she had given her heart to told her that he had successfully graduated overseas and was returning to the country to take over his father's position.

it now,

That time, she had grown so vexed that she ended up agreeing to marry Carlos whom, she hadn't

be fixated on the reason why he had even told her about his return in the first place? This information was useless for her as she didn't even want to know. Mind drowned in heaps of questions, Debbie disliked the

her curiously as she had suddenly yelled out her frustration in the open.

I'm annoying?" Then a yelp was heard. "Ah!" A girl collapsed on

the girl and

manipulative bitch again?' Debbie cursed internally. 'The hell does she

her better. No clue as to how Gail had actually fallen, Debbie looked at her with utter contempt. In a long, white dress, hair tumbling down to her waist; a perfect

thing. Rather, she didn't even want to breathe the same air as her.

a crowd around the scene and expected a catfight already felt sorry for Gail

kept themselves silent. No one in the whole Economics and Management School was stupid enough to dare

incidentally saw the sight understood immediately what was occurring and just couldn't stand the thought of being unable to do anything. He walked over and offered a hand to help Gail

boy. His face similar to the color of the leaves

brain checked!" Attempting to walk away from the situation only to be blocked by Gail Mu once again clearly started to set Debbie

towards Debbie, Gail Mu spoke to her in an arrogant tone. "Since you hate me so much, why don't we have a bet, hmm?" Eyes turning dark, she continued, "If I lose, I'll make sure to never cross paths with you ever again. How does that sound?" Wearing a pitiful expression and lowering her voice, Gail Mu

what

a brain in that skull of yours?" Debbie questioned. "Why would I take such a bet? Show up wherever you like. I don't own the school. Rather, I don't really give a damn. What are you saying that you won't even go home? Oh please, give me a break." "Of course I will. I'll start making myself