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.

locked it from inside after

quietly to the door of the storage room and listened carefully as she

bad she couldn't hear clearly. But one thing was

something bad was going to happen. Sure enough, obscene

Why do I have to be the one to find out about

her ears and started to walk

storage room. It had taken her a couple of hours to clean it, and now it was used to sneak some nookie.

the

the life out of her. He trotted over to Debbie excitedly and said loudly, "Deb,

to cover his mouth with her

voice down! The others are sleeping. Do you want to wake

hand with a grin. Debbie let him go immediately and smacked his head. "Touch me again

with a goofy smile, "Deb, did you come home

Debbie wiped her hand on his clothes and

her and swallowed

It seemed he was coming from where the storage room was.

him. "I came down to get a pop. But Uncle James, why did you

a glass of water, but then I had to answer the call of nature, so I went to the bathroom

bathroom and the storage room on the first floor were the same way, so Lewis didn't

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

Deb but changed it,

What did she come down for?" he asked, pretending to look at Lewis casually. Lewis wasn't buying it. The old

she was coming that way." Lewis pointed to the bathroom after he closed the refrigerator door. Thinking that James had just come from

and storage room, all the rooms on the first floor were guest

storage room was mentioned. "Did she