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.

bad girl. I know your

nod. "Okay. Take care, all.

Carlos sitting outside, they all bade farewell to him

Mr. Huo, see

suspicious of them. His intuition told him these kids were planning something behind his back.

seemed to want to butter him up, as if trying to get on

turned to Emmett and instructed, "Go

he

Not exactly a reliable source, especially if she was part of the plan. No matter what information he had gotten wind of,

in the hospital rather than bow down and beg

week later, Debbie was finally discharged from the hospital.

a surge of excitement coursing throughout her body. 'No

in two days, Carlos wouldn't have allowed her to be discharged from hospital

the hospital, Carlos drove her back to

he left for his office at once, even before she'd been properly settled there.

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

to play in the back of her mind. 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

the sad song, Debbie felt much better. Sad songs sometimes had a way of doing that, curiously. They were cathartic, in a way, and sometimes more effective than all 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 going to drag the river to find someone's dresses or makeup collection. Besides, she had stayed in the hospital for so many days. She needed to break out, hang out, and do

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

out of the manor. He asked the housemaid what Debbie was doing at the moment. With complicated feelings, the housemaid looked at the woman who

surprised. 'Singing? So she's quite happy even without