Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Chapter 95 What Are You Trying To Buy

"Wait. Just drop me here at the roadside," Debbie said. She didn't want to see Megan, nor did she intend to stop Carlos going.

Carlos looked at her and sensed the change of her mood, but he didn't know what she was unhappy about. "Honey, if those men take Megan, she will be in danger," he explained patiently.

But Debbie didn't respond.

When they arrived at the gate of Megan's housing community, the girl was cringing in a chair in the security guards' room, holding her legs.

"Megan!" Carlos called.

At his voice, Megan raised her head, ran towards him, and held him tightly. "Uncle Carlos, I'm so glad you're here. I was scared out of my wits."

"Don't be afraid. I'm here,"

Carlos comforted her gently. Seeing her husband holding another woman was bad enough, but his soft, warm consoling tone made Debbie feel even worse.

Some people used to say that her husband had a ruthless, cold soul.

But not to everybody, it seemed.

Gently he picked Megan up and carried her towards the car. "Open the door," he ordered the security guards.

"Yes, Mr. Huo," answered the guards in unison as one of them darted to open the back door quickly.

Then he turned to Debbie who had quietly stood by, watching. Thank God, he hadn't forgotten about her yet. "Deb, get in, please."

Debbie didn't want to get in the car.

Thankfully, as she was wondering what to do, her phone rang.

"Hi Tomboy, I'm calling just to ask where you bought the red wine last time," said Kasie.

You're drunk? Where're you? Okay, I'm coming to pick you up," Debbie said

from her ear and checked the service, which was

you are at home. Okay, stay put and wait

to get in the car and said apologetically, "Sorry, Kasie is drunk at home. She is in a

her, Carlos didn't say

have something to attend to. I'm already feeling much better and I don't

the girl's nerve. 'This manipulative

and

and go back to the villa with you.'

seat and said, "Have a rest. I'll go—" He intended to tell Debbie that he wanted to drive her

in a feeble voice, "Uncle Carlos, I feel... I'm not feeling well... I...

need to

you?" asked Carlos. "Y-Yes," Megan answered, pointing at her bag with

had given her the medicine, he turned to look for Debbie, but she

was so upset he felt like

asked, "What did you call

didn't answer. She asked instead, "What's

Where are you?

a friend's party. I called to ask you where you bought the red wine last time. It really tasted great. Could we have some bottles delivered here?" Kasie asked without a

the address and hung up. Then she

you. Where else can I be?" Jared replied resignedly.

with full mouth does not bark. He had taken a VIP card

"How is it going?"

settled. The manager is an acquaintance of mine, and he has agreed to pay you $1, 100 per hour. I was going

be honest, the pay was good. Some bars paid two or three hundred a night. "I can go there

gave her

The manager had heard from Jared that Debbie had a very powerful background, so he looked at her more

her strong points, the manager was impressed by the confident aura and natural beauty. The only shortcoming was her low-key dressing, which didn't go with the ambiance of the bar. But that didn't matter as long as she could sing. And she

the stage, guitar in hand, one might have dismissed her for just another wannabe. But the moment she strummed the first chords on her guitar

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