Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Debbie scratched her head in hesitation, mulling over her plan. "No. I don't think it's anything criminal, but we'll be stepping on Carlos' toes. Will you guys still do that for me?"

Her friends all looked perplexed at her words. Kasie couldn't bear hearing Debbie speak in riddles anymore, so she asked, "Okay, Tomboy, just lay it out. What are you planning?"

"Get this. I'm lying in a hospital bed, wearing these ugly patient clothes, and I've been put on a drip and had stitches in my forehead. This is all thanks to one woman! So I need your help to teach her a lesson!" Debbie said between gritted teeth.

'Her...' Even though Debbie didn't explicitly spell out the name, they all knew who she was talking about.

Familiar with upper-class circles, Jared and Kasie were both well aware of the consequences. They simultaneously shook their heads disapprovingly. Jared blurted out, "Don't do that. Mr. Huo and Mr. Li are protecting her. She's the apple of their eye."

Kasie slapped Jared's shoulder to stop him. "Shut up! That was then and this is now. Tomboy is Mr. Huo's wife!"

Jared noticed a dash of sadness flash through Debbie's eyes. Realizing that his words had hurt Debbie, he was full of remorse and hastily apologized, "Yeah. My bad. Tomboy, I'm in! Whatever you want. Okay?"

"Count me in. Anyway, Mr. Huo will probably take your side. There's nothing to be afraid of! Look what that bitch has done to you. She needs a whooping," Kasie said. She knew most of the story. She couldn't swallow her anger over what Megan had done to her best friend.

Hearing them, Debbie slapped her leg and said resolutely, "Exactly! I'm tired of being a doormat. I never did anything to get back at her because I didn't want to hurt Carlos. But she's crossed the line. She's sabotaging our marriage. My husband and I are being driven apart because of her. I won't let her off the hook!"

'On top of that, I almost died thanks to Megan's phone call!' she thought angrily.

"Kasie, you can swim, right? I may need your help for this. And Jared, I just need you to do me a little favor. Kristina, you don't have to come with us. Just stay at home and wait for the good news." Then, Debbie told everyone her plan and assigned a task to each of them.

At last, Kristina looked at Debbie, embarrassed. "Debbie, I... I want to go with you too." She also was angry with Megan and wanted to watch this good show. However, she didn't have someone that had her back once things turned serious. Everyone else had wealthy parents that could pull some strings.

follow bad examples. It'll make you a bad girl. I know your heart. Thank you. Just wait for us at home and prepare a big

to nod. "Okay. Take

them left Debbie's ward and saw Carlos sitting outside, they

Huo,

them. His intuition told him these

up, as if trying to get on his good side. Especially Jared. He had even clasped his hands in prayer when he left

thought in mind, Carlos turned to Emmett and instructed, "Go and get some

understood what he

was part of the plan. No matter what information he had gotten wind of, he wouldn't

determined to endure a long, boring stay in the hospital rather than bow down and beg him to take her

later, Debbie was finally

her body.

wouldn't have allowed her to be discharged from hospital until the scar on her forehead vanished. So

Carlos drove her

at

sight, she could do nothing. She searched her brain, but found no excuses to make

She tried to recall the lyrics. 'Yeah, I remember now!' Then, she cleared her throat and began to sing. "I hide my tears from you to play cool. I give you a cold shoulder, however I care. Never thought you'd leave me along the way. My heart is dripping blood, but I have no courage to make you stay. I watch, you go to a world,

the anti-depressants a pharmacy had to offer. Then, she remembered Carlos told her to buy whatever she needed because her luggage had been lost. They weren't

tenderness is nowhere to be found, and I lose all reasons to be strong..." Debbie continued to sing to herself as she slowly made her way upstairs. Funny enough, she suddenly sped up the rhythm, changing the sad melody

the housemaid what Debbie was doing at the moment. With complicated feelings, the housemaid looked at the woman who was singing happily, and replied honestly,

happy even without