Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

'Gregory will be missing some very important parts of his body?' Colleen was taken aback by Carlos' threat. She knew Carlos meant it, and figured she'd better warn Gregory. After all, whenever it came to Debbie, he was a raging, jealous mess.

She hung up on Carlos, and immediately dialed Gregory's number. To her dismay, his phone was off, and the call went straight to voicemail.

She dialed the number again and again, but to no avail. She didn't dare to call an angry Carlos; instead, she sent him a private message on Facebook saying, "I'm sorry, Carlos. Both Gregory's and Debbie's phones are off."

Of course, Carlos knew it. He had called his wife five times, but couldn't get through. The last time, he slammed the phone down on the seat next to him in disgust. He'd seen his dad ruin enough phones to know that when he was that mad, he needed a cushion he could throw his phone at. He couldn't call with a broken phone.

The tall, proud man sat in the back seat of his car, visibly upset. Suddenly, his phone rang, and it was Wesley. "I'm at the hospital now. Megan just woke up, and she's asking for you. Where are you?"

Rubbing his arching brows, Carlos felt a little annoyed when Wesley mentioned Megan. "I can't make it now. Just keep her busy till I get there." His wife was about to sleep with another man, and he was eager to find her. He had no time for anything or anyone else.

"Hmm," Wesley answered. "What happened? How did Megan fall into the river? Was it Debbie?" His voice was as cold as ice.

"It's not what it looks like. Debbie might be a brat, but she's not psycho. She wouldn't kill anybody." Carlos' head cleared after he took some time to cool himself down. Debbie had always been square with him before, so he saw no reason not to defend her now. She tried his patience—a lot—but in the end she always had a heart of gold. And now, he knew her spirit was broken. And her heart. He figured that maybe if he could clear the air, she'd believe that she was his one and only.

Wesley paused as Blair's words entered his mind. "If Megan's so important to you, then marry her!" She had once yelled at him like this.

None of the two men hung up, nor did they say anything. They were both lost in their own thoughts.

On the other hand, when Debbie and Gregory left the restaurant, she got into his car and made sure both of their phones were powered down. "If our phones were on, Carlos would call and find us, and then we'd be screwed," she said.

anything but glumly retort, "I

whether they were to seize someone, break up a fight, or finish one. They were pretty ruthless, often as efficient as Carlos himself.

did make sense to Debbie. But she was stubborn... She murmured, "Carlos Huo is too busy to look for us. He's holding Miss Mi in his arms right now. And he might

"I really think you're taking all this wrong. Carlos treats Megan well just because

She even tricked Debbie once,

hundred percent sure that Carlos loved her very much. She was sure the man thought of her often. However, as long as Megan was around, Debbie was

to comfort Debbie, but didn't know how. He wasn't even sure he could. But he was sure of one thing—even with tear

and can't make it, just drop me off

the Rock

there," she said with a smile. She felt a little embarrassed. Gregory had paid for dinner this evening, and now he was driving her to the bar. She felt like a leech.

deal. We've known each other for years." Gregory flashed a smile.

school. That was you: Gregory Song, a straight-A student, always made the Dean's list... It took me awhile to figure out it was you." That was the reason why his name came up so often—the teachers always praised him. Although she'd heard the name, she hadn't paid any attention to him.

or student body president. She hadn't gotten to know him until her third year of college.

"Seriously? Was I that low-key? Maybe I was just an ordinary, boring guy that you wouldn't look at twice in high school." He cracked a joke,

ask the head teacher to remove his name from the rolls when

reputation was on the line,

boring guy?" Debbie eyed him from head to toe. "You're tall and handsome. You could be a model." Women of all ages would think Gregory was hot. He could become famous overnight

laughter. "Hah!

a heartthrob."

was actually what Gregory wanted—to become a star, but his family forced him to major in economics and management,