Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

'Deal with Debbie?' Damon rolled his eyes at Carlos and snapped, "Come on, Carlos. Just admit it. You're a slave to your wife. You do whatever she wants. I guess Debbie will get you to stand barefoot on a porcupine. I'd like to come with you. See how you're going to deal with her."

Carlos was about to snap back at him when his phone started to ring. The small rectangular phone buzzed insistently on the desk. Damon looked at the caller ID—it was Emmett. Before Carlos could pick it up, Damon answered and put it on speakerphone. Emmett's anxious voice came from the other end of the line. "Bad news, Mr. Huo! Mrs. Huo went to a nightclub! She is going to buy a rent boy!"

Silence reigned in the private booth.

Everyone turned to look at Carlos. Gloom clouded his expression, but soon disappeared. He picked up his phone and asked calmly, "Which nightclub?"

"The one opposite Orchid Private Club," Emmett answered honestly.

"Okay, got it." Carlos disconnected the call and put his phone back in his pocket. He looked at the group. "You guys have fun."

Then he strode towards the door in a hurry.

Everyone looked at one another in stunned disbelief.

Curtis stood up from the couch and said, "I'd better go along, keep him out of trouble." He was afraid that Carlos might lose his head and hurt Debbie. He knew Carlos quite well, and knew that when it came to Debbie, he did lose his head quite often. Carlos was insanely jealous, and wouldn't abide a man so much as casting a lustful glance in her direction. Having a pretty wife was both a blessing and a curse for him.

Colleen, of course, stuck by her boyfriend. This was fun to Damon. He was a pleasure-seeker and decided to come with them.

Wesley was not interested in this kind of thing, and all he wanted to do was just go back home. But when he turned to Blair and saw her excited expression, he sighed inwardly and followed after his buddies. He guessed she wanted to see blood. In the end, all of them walked towards the nightclub across the street.

Of course, Debbie had a plan. She called Kasie after phoning the police with a tip-off, and they decided to meet at The No. 1 Nightclub.

Carlos once promised her that he would always have her back. But he broke that promise and hurt her, so she decided to get back at him.

loved so much, and put on thick make-up. Every man's eyes were glued to her as they admired her

booth, Debbie threw a bank card on the table and told the manager indifferently,

just kidding, Tomboy. Sure you want to do

Debbie nodded. She turned to the manager and said, "I just saw some guys with blond hair and light blue eyes walk in.

would leave him and

ZL Group. Only three of those cards had been made. That meant she was super important, and needed to be treated with the utmost respect. Whatever she asked for, he had to provide it. Not only that, but that card provided a near-limitless line of credit. She could rack up the biggest bill ever seen in that nightclub and she'd

with

the booth, followed by several tall, handsome men with

just wanted to make Carlos jealous. It had seemed like a good idea. But now that they were

these are the guys who our guests have enjoyed the most. Like what you see? I'm sure any of them will...er...measure up," the

Kasie. "Kasie,

answered, "It was your bright idea. Why ask

together. Go ahead. Knock yourself out."

friend and said

do as Debbie asked. Standing in front of a row of handsome men, she gestured for three of them to go to

her somewhat. She was hoping this wouldn't go too far. One of them

away from David so that she could

holding their arms. Her fingers wouldn't even fit around their biceps. She gave Debbie a dirty smile. "Tomboy, don't be so shy! We came

should be here by now. After all, Orchid Private Club is just across the

to reality, Debbie said to Kasie, "I've

about to

group of people stormed in.

in the booth, these people had a strong