Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

In deep admiration, Sasha looked at Debbie and praised, "You are the real Cinderella! How I wish I could marry a man as rich as your husband. But I think that's overambitious, because in the real sense, I'd be contented to find a man with half Carlos' fortune."

After all, successful businessmen were few and far between, not to mention someone as young and handsome as Carlos.

"Rest assured. You will. You are such an adorable girl. Who knows, you might find someone just as good," Debbie assured, gently stroking Sasha's cheek.

To which Sasha nodded cheerfully, "You flatter me, Debbie. Anyway, let's hope and pray that your wishes for me will come true. Ideally, I'd wish to make it big as a movie star. Then, even without a rich suitor like Carlos, I'll still end up just fine on my own."

"Yeah, I believe you can hack it as a movie star!" While making small talk, Debbie took Sasha to her walk-in closet. "I need a favor from you," she said as she opened the door.

"Name it," declared Sasha with enthusiasm. But at the sight of Debbie's clothes and jewelry, the girl's eyes lit up.

"I need to attend a party this evening. Apparently, Carlos is too busy to come with me. Would you mind lending me your lovely company?" With a thoughtful look in her eyes, Debbie opened the closet full of evening dresses, and selected a pink one for Sasha.

Blown away by the luxurious collection, Sasha picked a sexy party dress. "Trust me, Deb. You'll rock in this one. Why not try it on now?"

"For another occasion, I would have loved this burgundy dress. But since tonight's party is kind of formal, I think I need an appropriate one." Debbie turned Sasha down politely.

"Okay. Then, try this white one on."

"This one looks good. Let's get changed together," Debbie offered.

"Yeah!"

The two girls spent a long time selecting dresses and jewelry. When Emmett called, Debbie was tired and sleepy, but Sasha was still adorning herself with jewelry excitedly.

Debbie greeted. While answering the phone, she took a few steps from Sasha and sat at the dressing table, playing with

party," said Emmett. 'Every employee in the company has their hands full. Even Mr. Huo himself is too busy to see his wife. So he sent me to drive the queen of his heart to the party. She must mean so much to him.

an hour, I believe he would be here to drive

are you now? We're almost done," said Debbie. She grabbed a lipstick with

brilliant jewels and pearls, Sasha looked

and answered, "I'm waiting for you at the gate. You can come

be

hanging up, Debbie put on the lipstick and left the villa with Sasha in a hurry.

in their outfits. Debbie was wearing a beige dress with little jewelry, while Sasha was wearing a light green one with

"Deb, everyone

." An embarrassed

put on much jewelry just on purpose. This way,

. ." It was a topic that Debbie didn't want to

this party were all successful businessmen in Y City. Among the few that Debbie could recognize, she saw Sebastian, Griffin, Hayden, and Olga, whose name she had often mentioned to Carlos. Whenever he annoyed her, she would

Sebastian approached them and eyed his younger daughter up and down. "Look at you!" he reprimanded with a frown. "Why did you have to come here looking like a peacock? Do you think you'e on a blind date? Couldn't you have borrowed

wonder Gail always doubted whether Debbie was Lucinda and Sebastian's daughter, because of her parents' unfair tendency to find fault with her and Sasha over petty issues while flowing

to this party was only to keep Deb company. Why would I get dressed

reassure Sebastian. "Uncle, it's my first time ever to give a speech on such an occasion. And I

man, cast a warning glance at Sasha and turned to Debbie

representative of Orchid Private

If she was telling the truth, then Carlos was really nice to her. "I thought the legal representative of the club was Brooks Huo, Carlos' cousin. Since when did you take it over from him? Who's the

smile, Debbie stammered, "I don't know either. . . Carlos just asked me to come here, and said nothing more. .