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.

Where're you? Okay, I'm coming to pick you up,"

from her ear and checked the service, which was

at home. Okay, stay put

at Carlos who was waiting for her to get in the car and said apologetically, "Sorry, Kasie is drunk at home. She is in a really bad mood right

didn't say

clutched his shirt and said, "Debbie, go ahead if you have something to attend to. I'm already feeling much better and I don't

the girl's nerve.

said and left

car and go back to the villa with you.' But till a cab stopped in front of her, he didn't call her or come to

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

finish his sentence, Megan grabbed his sleeve and said in a feeble voice, "Uncle Carlos, I feel... I'm not feeling well...

to take

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

her the medicine, he turned to look for

upset he felt

in the cab and asked, "What did you call

asked instead, "What's going

"Not much. Where are you?

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?"

up. Then she

a bar. Looking for a job for you. Where

full mouth does not bark. He had taken a VIP card from Carlos, so he felt obliged to take matters concerning Debbie

"How is it going?"

has agreed to pay you $1,

pay was good. Some bars paid two or three hundred a

her

the bar, Jared took her straight to the manager. The manager had heard from Jared that Debbie had a very powerful background, so he looked at her more carefully.

which didn't go with the ambiance of the bar. But that didn't matter as long as she could sing. And she blew him away with

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

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