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.

the tight black dress that Carlos loved so much, and put on thick make-up. Every man's eyes were glued to her as they admired her pretty face and hot body.

bank card on

were just kidding, Tomboy. Sure you want to

said, "I just saw some

Carlos before about this—if he hurt her, she would leave

the bank under the 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 still be good for

over the intercom, "Outfit Room 206 with the best snacks, a fruit plate with imported

followed by several tall, handsome

jealous. It had seemed like a good idea. But now that they were right there, she got cold feet.

guys who our guests have enjoyed the most. Like what you see?

Kasie. "Kasie, which one do you

and answered, "It was your bright idea. Why ask

said, "We're best friends. We should do things together. Go ahead. Knock yourself out." Then she nudged Kasie and

friend and said

Debbie asked. Standing in front of a row of handsome men, she gestured for three of

eyes, which disconcerted her somewhat. She was hoping

move away from David so that she could take a deeper breath.

fit around their biceps. She gave Debbie a dirty smile. "Tomboy,

off. He should be here by now. After all, Orchid

to Kasie, "I've never

and her two companions sat on the couch, and she was about to answer when someone opened the door to the booth

of people

booth, these people had a strong