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.

couldn't do anything but glumly retort, "I don't

someone, break up a fight, or finish one. They were pretty ruthless, often as efficient as Carlos himself. If he couldn't handle a situation personally, he put his assistants or bodyguards on it. Could he

Debbie. But she was stubborn... She murmured, "Carlos Huo is too busy to look for us. He's

at the sad and dejected girl, and felt it necessary to console her. "I really think you're taking all this wrong. Carlos treats Megan well just because

would've married Carlos if it weren't for her. She even tricked Debbie once, making her think that

the man

wasn't even sure he could. But he was sure of one thing—even with tear stains lining her face, she was a lovely sight.

can't make it, just drop

when you were using the ladies' room. She's at the Rock Bar now,"

with a smile. She felt a little embarrassed. Gregory had paid

deal. We've known each

was you." That was the reason why his name came up so often—the teachers

kept a low profile—he was never a class monitor or student body president. She hadn't gotten to know him until her

car to a stop. "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,

teacher to remove his name from the rolls when he was

attention. His family's reputation was on

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

into laughter. "Hah!

You'd be a heartthrob." Debbie shook her

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