Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Hayden stood still with a calm face and swirled the red wine gently in his glass.

As Debbie was hesitating to leave, a man swiftly walked on to the stage, a microphone in his hand. He started, "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry to take up more of your shopping time..."

Carlos' voice boomed through the microphone. Again, it proved how influential he was in the city. As soon as he had started speaking, the noisy crowd turned pin-drop silent, with their eyes glued to him.

With his eyes fixed on a certain individual, Carlos flashed a smile and continued, "I would like to take this opportunity to pick a unique wristwatch for my wife, as an apology to her..."

This time, the hall erupted in an uproar. Finally, it was time to meet the mysterious Mrs. Huo! The crowd cheered and exclaimed as they scanned the hall to look for a lady who would most likely be Mrs. Huo.

Debbie's heart skipped a beat. She clutched her wine glass tightly, holding her breath.

'What in the world... is he trying to do?' she wondered, nervously.

She shifted her gaze towards the stage, only to find that he had been looking at her all this time. Their eyes met. The affection in his eyes was so evident; Debbie was completely mesmerized.

But she was nervous and worried. 'Why did he mention me all of a sudden? Is he planning to really apologize to me in front of so many people? He is a CEO! Doesn't he care about his self-esteem? Isn't this going to be a disgrace for him?' she wondered with a frown.

"Tomboy, Tomboy! Mr. Huo is going to profess his love for you in public!" Kasie exclaimed excitedly as she shook Debbie's shoulders. However, Debbie didn't take in any of her words; she wondered what Carlos was up to.

Ignoring the commotion among the guests, Carlos spoke again. "But... my wife has..." he paused and smirked before continuing, "a very short temper. I'm afraid she won't forgive me even if I give her all the priceless valuables here."

The guests grew restless. More and more spectators began to whisper to each other. Inevitably, Debbie heard the people next to her talking. "Oh, my God! Who on earth is his wife? She's so daring that she would show her anger towards Mr. Huo," a guest wondered loudly.

"Is Mrs. Huo that tough?"

If I were his wife, I would try my best to make him happy around the clock. How could

chatter continued

some people began to crane their necks and

hope, will please her. And it would be great if you guys could do me

words. "Aargh! Mr. Huo, I am sure she will be utterly pleased! You're so romantic. Even I can't resist

Who on earth is this Mrs. Huo? She's so lucky

you? Come on! Show

dying to

as she listened to

on to the stage with a brocade box and passed it to

picked up the luxury watch from the box, the big screen on the stage began to display the high-resolution pictures and

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and it was equipped with an

fragment sat upon the brass dial. The date was shown in a window at the three o'clock sub-dial and a moon phase indicator was displayed at the aperture of the dial. Most importantly, this watch

exclamation and cheers, Carlos descended the stage with the

through the crowd, everyone spontaneously moved aside and made way for him to pass through uninterrupted. As they

two women widened their eyes in disbelief as they watched Carlos walk up to Debbie, the woman they

blue floral patterns. A layer of thin blue chiffon was draped from her shoulders to her ankles. From a distance, she looked like a fairy in a blue

was tied back in a simple style. She had put on some light make-up with a red

looked lovelier than ever with her big eyes popped out in shock.

manner, she was charming enough to attract people's attention. Carlos found it hard to

muttered in a shaky voice, "Why? Why her? How? Wasn't she

her mother had been so excited when Carlos' assistant had contacted Portia, inviting her to attend the event with him. They had even celebrated, hoping that she would be Mrs. Huo in the