Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Eyes fixed on Colleen, and one hand propped against her chin, the girl sitting next to Wesley explained in a low voice, "You misunderstood my relationship with Wesley. I'm not his girlfriend."

Demanding an explanation from Wesley, Colleen was irritated by his silence and the way he avoided her unblinking eyes. At long last, obviously running out of patience, she asked, "How can that be possible? You know, you're the first girl Wesley has ever brought to—"

"Colleen." Finally Wesley interrupted her. "Weren't you asking about Debbie?" he snapped, eager to change the subject.

"OK. Alright! Mr. Huo, you haven't answered my question yet." At Wesley's hint, Colleen pretended to realize she was off the topic. Promptly, she tuned her gaze to Carlos, the look in her eyes unrelenting, waiting for him to answer her earlier question.

"She's at home, expecting all the papers to be ready, so that she can go abroad," said Carlos, determined to keep everything as laconic as possible.

As he spoke, Curtis could see the gloom on his face. Of course, he knew Carlos and Debbie were still not reconciled yet. So in an attempt to broach the subject with caution, he said, "I've heard that ZL Group's business has been booming lately. The employees have been working extra hours. I hope you haven't been sleeping in your office." He added that last bit with slight emphasis. The gist of his question was to find out why Carlos had not been sleeping at home. Then he added his piece of advice. "You don't have to burst a nerve working overtime, man. If it's for money, do you think it's wise of you to drive yourself so hard at work that you don't even have time to return home?"

Hearing his question, the others exchanged a look.

Damon drew a tile and chipped in sullenly, "It's not like Carlos Huo is short of money. No! That's ridiculous. I suspect, the person driving him hard is his wife. You know how demanding some ladies can be." The tongue-in-cheek way he phrased his words left everyone in stitches. But Damon ignored the giggles and carried on. "Only she can throw him into a vortex of emotions."

Although Damon was known for his wise cracks, Curtis took him seriously on what he had just said. He discarded two dots and with a curious gaze at Carlos, inquired, "What did Debbie do to get on your nerves this time?"

Carlos took a puff on his cigarette and blew the smoke forcefully, betraying his inner tension. Amid the fumes, he opened his mouth as if to say something, but no words escaped his mouth.

Noticing that mood around the place, Megan, somewhat embarrassed, excused herself. "Uncle Carlos, maybe I should go home. You have fun with your friends," she said in a shaky voice.

In her pockets where nobody could see, her hands had been balled into fists. 'These people...Huh! Now they are all on Debbie's side. It looks like that woman is taking my place in their hearts. No! I won't have any of that bullcrap!'

But while she cursed inside and was about to leave, Carlos ordered her to sit down. Without saying it, he thought to himself, 'I have ignored Debbie for seven days, and now she knows that I brought Megan with me to this place. I don't believe she will take it well and won't do anything about it.

level this booth to the ground, if she broke in

to kick the door of the booth from outside. "Hell no!" he murmured, fearing Debbie had indeed come to fulfill his silent wishes. But when the door finally burst open, a group of men noisily stormed in. The women in the booth

Colleen wondered loudly.

the commotion. Then ignoring the intruders, they calmly went on with their

casually ignored raised his gun and shouted, "Police! Stop what you are doing right now! Someone reported that

The four mahjong

wearing casual clothes. Then he gave a wicked

has the surname

policeman roared. 'Huo?' All of Carlos' friends

Huo was doing an illegal transaction and activity here. Please come with us. And the lady beside you." The young policeman turned to Megan and asked, "Miss, what do you do? Where do you go to work? How did you two meet? How long

tell

ha." Damon burst

more unflappable, found it hard to stifle their laughter. Clearly, the police were there for Carlos. Reporting him for

one person daring to do that. Among the eight of the party, everyone

as your lives!" the young policeman reprimanded with a red face, pointing his gun at Damon, who seemed to be having a good time. Obviously, the moment wasn't quite enjoyable for

at the young policeman. "You said the report was done under the person's real name?

young policeman looked very serious. "Carlos Huo's wife, Debbie Nian.

the policeman next to the overzealous young chap pulled his sleeve and cautioned, "Boss, we're in trouble.

young are fearless. Learning that the man he had been talking to was Carlos Huo, he

took out his phone and asked casually, "Which police branch

his badge and

You can consider transferring him to the army so that you can groom him."

soon. "Uncle Noel, I'm sorry to disturb you at this late hour, but your men here are trying to take me to