Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

"You know the story between me and Hayden!" Debbie said in an affirmative tone.

"Yes, I know. Last time, I was invited to a party, and he was there as well. He is now the head of the Gu family and has a partnership with ZL Group. Carlos also met him once," said Curtis. But he didn't mention that when Hayden had come to greet Carlos last time, the latter had ignored him completely.

"Uh, got it. Hey, Mr. Lu, can't you just answer my question? My curiosity is killing me! Why are you being so nice to me?" Debbie asked the question again.

Curtis shook his head with profound resignation. "Curiosity kills the cat. Fine, I'm telling you why, and please don't ask the same question again."

Debbie sat straight and stared at Curtis with a hopeful expression.

"I'm being nice to you because I want you to be happy every day."

Debbie sat still, waiting for his next words. But he shut his mouth, saying no more. Eyes wide, she asked in disbelief, "That's it?"

"Yes. What else do you want to hear?" asked Curtis, with one hand propped against his chin and eyes fixed into the distance. Obviously, there was something more.

'Why do I have a feeling he's being cryptic?' Debbie wondered.

What she wanted to know was why Curtis was so nice to her. Did he know her parents or something? But apparently he was not going to explain. Debbie gave him a fake smile and waved her hand. "Thank you for your advice, Mr. Lu. I'm leaving now," she said as she stood up to leave.

"All right. Get back to class. Also remember to go back home early in the evening."

Debbie rolled her eyes secretly. She was not planning to go back home this evening. Although she felt much better after speaking with Curtis, she hated to see Megan at the villa.

Meanwhile, at the ZL Group, the moment Carlos walked in, all employees could feel something was wrong. Gloom was written all over his face. Everyone got out of his way after greeting him, for fear that they might be the target of his tantrum.

Even in a meeting with the senior executives, Carlos still kept his long face. Hardly had the director of the Financial Department begun to report his work before Carlos lost his temper and scolded him with a vicious diatribe.

Other executives swallowed hard and tried to hold their breaths. As he ranted, everyone began to ponder what they would say to make sure their boss would not be triggered. But once Carlos had started, there was no stopping. Like a rabid dog he railed at everyone indiscriminately.

Emmett took a chance to sneak out of the meeting room and called Debbie. "Mrs. Huo, it's me, Emmett."

"I know it's you. I've saved your number." Debbie was leaning over the desk as she answered the phone.

"What happened to Mr. Huo today? Did someone offend him? Do you have any idea how to calm him down?" While he was on the phone, a girl stormed out of the meeting room with tears streaming down her cheeks. Obviously, she was also one of the targets of Carlos' tantrum.

him?" asked Debbie, equally surprised.

VP. I guess after the meeting, we assistants will be his next targets. Mrs. Huo, could you

mood. Is it because of me?' Debbie mused.

of no

site, carrying bricks. Mrs. Huo, please do us the favor.

was amused at his utter desperation.

Emmett asked in confusion, "Mrs. Huo, could it be, his mood is something to do

"What?!" Debbie exclaimed.

about to say something, she heard Carlos roaring at the other end of the line, "Emmett Zhong, get

was so frightened he even forgot to hang up. He rushed into the meeting room and

cold voice, "This is meeting hour. Whose call is

hid his phone behind his back,

from his reaction that something was not right. With a gloomy face, he snatched his phone away and his face changed at the

glance at Emmett, who was in cold sweat, and put the phone near

draw all the senior executives' attention. 'Who's on the phone? Mr.

the thing. I was shopping...and I saw a... I saw a... a book. I

one responded. Debbie wiped the cold sweat off her forehead. She had not expected Carlos to snatch Emmett's phone. What

you trying to apologize?" Carlos

about to hang

over the executives, whose heads were lowered, and said coldly, "The

meeting room, with

into an uproar. Everyone gathered around Emmett, eager to know who was on

that miracle worker that made Mr. Huo change

to scold us like that, I would have

saying, "This is Mr. Huo's private life and I have to keep it a secret. Please excuse

did he

saying that, he hung

speechless. 'I'm still mad at

call Carlos or not, she got

dialed Carlos' number. When the phone was connected, she