Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Megan grabbed Debbie's wrist to stop her. "Aunt Debbie, are you still mad at me?" she asked with a pitiful look on her face.

She saw a group of women gather around Debbie, and she thought this was the ideal time to mess with her. She wasn't going to approach Debbie privately. Debbie was no pushover, and Carlos would back her up if she tried anything. He had backed Megan over Debbie once, but it might not always go so well.

Now Debbie was surrounded by quite a few different women, and they were all fans of Carlos. Megan decided to join them to deal with Debbie.

Debbie shook Megan's hand off and snapped at her angrily, "Yes, I am. I'm mad because you guys are like flies, buzzing around me all the time. That's really annoying."

The women were quite taken aback by Debbie's insult. You could see it from the looks on their faces.

Megan knew how to piss Debbie off, and our heroine would rise to the bait. These women were from well-off families and had been spoiled by their parents. Naturally, they wouldn't bear the humiliation quietly.

The first one to snap back was Portia. She looked down at Debbie and reprimanded her in a harsh voice, "You really think you're somebody after marrying Mr. Huo, don't you? You need to learn how to be Mrs. Huo. A Huo would have more grace and elegance."

"Hah!" Debbie laughed mirthlessly, thoroughly amused. "Who the hell do you think you are, Portia Gu? I need to learn how to be Mrs. Huo? You're dying to claim that title, aren't you? Sorry to burst your bubble. Carlos wouldn't marry you even if you were the last woman on earth."

After saying that, she carefully put the glass on the tray of a nearby waiter and stalked out of the room, leaving the furious women behind. She believed she was showing them the right mix of contempt and disdain.

Wearing an evening dress and a pair of sneakers, she was too embarrassed to wander through the crowds. The less people saw her mismatched outfit, the better. Carlos had asked her to wait for him, so she was forced to go to the garden—that was an area that had next to no one in it.

The indoor heating system worked very well. When Debbie left the building, cold air pressed against her skin. The chill raised goosebumps, and she was immediately uncomfortable.

She pulled her cloak around her with shivering hands. She let the wool do its work and keep her warm—Emilio Pucci had designed this one well. Debbie stopped to take a deep breath of fresh air, then sat on a swing, pulled her phone out of her purse, and began to play on it.

Before she could open WeChat, a familiar voice broke the silence. "Deb!"

defeat, she raised her head to see Hayden making

with her phone. She wasn't in the mood for

to the cold shoulder. He stood before her,

palm of his hand was a pair of delicate and exquisitely crafted ear

stunned. "Okay, what is

When I saw them at the expo, I had to buy them. Go ahead. Try them on,"

the ground, and the swing began to sway. "Thank you, Mr. Gu, but I'm good.

studs like these? She couldn't remember, but Hayden could.

the rope of the swing to stop it from moving, which snapped Debbie out

longed to buy her a gift, but hadn't found anything appropriate. Now he had found the perfect gift

no!" Debbie decided that sticking around was the last thing

ear studs in his hand. Finally, he put them back in his pocket. He grabbed for her wrist, and guided her back to the swing. "Okay, okay. Don't get mad. Why don't you play on the swing? Hand me your purse, and I'll

anyway and pushed her hard. The swing flew forward. She had

Now everyone knew she was Carlos' wife. If she were seen with

purse quickly, grabbed the swing, and stopped it.

little startled. Her heart hammered in her

studs, and then the swing.

shook off her thoughts, took her purse back, and walked towards the entrance.

she called Gregory. "Hey, Gregory. I'm taking off. You stay and have fun. Thanks for the ride," she said.

patience; she needed to leave before she lost her mind. Since Carlos was still busy playing the social butterfly, she decided to take a taxi

was no fool. He looked across the room and saw Carlos, still mingling. "You're not leaving with Carlos,

I'll hail

have trouble finding a taxi. After all, thousands of people were expected to attend, and not all at once. They would be taking taxis to and from their hotels and houses.