Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Portia's explanations made Blanche feel better about her plan. She was still wary, but Portia seemed logical about this. "But it's not easy to get close to Mr. Huo," she said to her daughter.

"I know. From now on I'll work harder to stand out. You and Dad can try your best to get me the invitations of the parties, dinners, and commercial activities Carlos will attend," said Portia.

She had been trying to be a better woman all the time. It used to be just for show, but now it was for Carlos.

She understood that only an exceptional woman deserved to stand by him.

In New York

The next morning, some professionals came to the Huos' house to investigate the case involving the missing items. Debbie just wanted to get out of there, so she left the house with Carlos without asking the men anything.

She felt much better after wandering around and having some fun.

When the sun started to set, it was time to go back. She wanted to find Carlos to go home together with him, but then she learned that he wasn't in the office, so she had to head home alone.

Since it was late, she ate dinner outside. When she went back inside, not a single soul was around.

The chandelier in the living room had been switched off. Only some dim wall fittings in the hallway were on. The place was almost eerie now. Debbie paused. She could almost hear ghosts, but she wasn't sure what it was. The shadows on the walls did little to dispel the unsettling feeling. She peered into the gloom, trying to see into adjoining areas, but had little luck. She changed into slippers at the vestibule. Just as she walked into the living room, some noises startled her. This wasn't her imagination this time. Debbie looked towards the sound.

A shadow was descending the staircase, trying to be stealthy. Debbie swiftly hid herself behind the shoe cabinet and watched. It was a man, she was sure of it. And the man seemed to be...

At the corner of the stairs, he knocked over a potted plant but was quick enough to catch it.

He looked around carefully. Seeing that no one was around, he moved on.

Debbie followed him cautiously. To her surprise, the man walked towards the storage room she had cleaned.

into the room and locked it from inside after looking

quietly to the door of the storage room

Too bad she couldn't hear clearly. But

had a nasty feeling something bad was going to happen. Sure enough, obscene moans

Why do I have to be the one to find out about this?' Debbie thought in

inside were getting noisier. Debbie covered her ears and started to walk back to the

a couple of hours to

as she reached the living

scared the life out of her. He trotted over to Debbie excitedly and said loudly, "Deb, Deb, you're home. I came downstairs to grab a can of pop—" He

with her hand and drag

down! The others are sleeping.

as he stroked Debbie's hand with a grin. Debbie let him go immediately and smacked his head. "Touch

smile, "Deb, did you come home alone? Where's Carlos? He

to talk to him, Debbie wiped her hand

watched her and swallowed

why are you even here?" a man's voice asked casually. It seemed he was coming from where the storage room was.

behind him. "I came down to get a pop. But Uncle

"Oh, I came down to get a glass of water, but then I

floor were the same way, so Lewis didn't think anything of it and went

looked upstairs while pouring himself some water. He asked, "Who were

Debbie." Lewis intended to say Deb but changed

look at Lewis casually. Lewis wasn't buying it. The old

When I saw her, she was coming that way." Lewis pointed to the bathroom after he closed the refrigerator door. Thinking that James had just

room, all the rooms

when the storage room was mentioned. "Did she say why she