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?"

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

continued fervently.

people began to crane their necks and

my wife a small gift today, which I hope, will please her.

romantic words. "Aargh! Mr. Huo, I am sure she will be utterly pleased! You're

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

you? Come on! Show yourself

I'm dying to see her

her heart jump to her throat as she listened to

to the stage with a brocade box and

box, the big screen on the stage began to display

by 101 outstanding designers of

it was equipped with an

520 sounds like "I love you" in Chinese.) The watch featured a classic track-type dial. A capsule containing a Martian meteorite fragment sat upon the brass dial. The date was shown in a window at the three

descended the stage with the watch in his hand.

aside and made way for him to pass through uninterrupted. As they witnessed, Carlos stopped in front

At that very moment, the two women widened their eyes in disbelief as they watched Carlos walk up to Debbie, the woman they despised so much. At this point, the two shocked women had become a laughingstock in the crowd's eyes.

was embroidered with baby blue floral patterns. A layer of thin blue chiffon

hair shone with a little brownish color under the light. It was tied back in a simple style. She had put on some light make-up with a red shade on her

ever with her big eyes

was charming enough to

was stunned and muttered in a shaky voice, "Why? Why

Carlos' assistant had contacted Portia, inviting her to attend the event with