Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Megan remained emotionless even after hearing Debbie's praise. "I'm ready," she said flatly.

They went out together. Megan's bodyguards followed close behind them and got in another car.

It wasn't until Megan opened Debbie's car door that she was shocked to see the other two guys sitting there. After a pause, she climbed into the back seat without a word.

Kasie shot her a cold glance and moved over, and then looked back down at her phone. That showed Megan the proper amount of contempt and disdain Kasie was going for.

Jared was in the driver's seat, and he turned around to glare at Megan. "Well, you do have the guts to come along. You think Mr. Huo will back you up so Tomboy won't do anything to you?" he remarked with sarcasm.

Debbie settled down in the passenger seat. After fastening her seat belt, she grabbed Jared's head and made him look at the road ahead. "Let's go!" she ordered.

"Hey! Watch the hair!" Jared protested. If it were someone else other than Debbie, who dared to lay a finger on his new hairdo, he would've kicked the guy away. Or at least he would've given him a good punch to remind him.

It wasn't easy to manage the new hairdo. He had spent more than an hour making it look just right before he went out today.

He anxiously looked at his reflection in the rear-view mirror and carefully smoothed the tousled hair, making sure he looked as handsome as usual. After two minutes, the flamboyant guy still hadn't started the car. Impatient, Kasie kicked the back of the driver's seat and yelled, "Are you going on a date? Quit messing with your hair. You already have a tons of pretty girls around you. Let's get going!"

Jared finally started the engine. He complained, "But it's you guys—not my Mrs. Right. I'm not looking for a friend or a girlfriend. I'm looking for a wife."

"A wife?" Debbie mocked. "You? The eternal bachelor? Dream on," she said, as she played on her phone.

Jared sighed helplessly. "Come on Tomboy. Have some respect."

On the other hand, Megan showed no interest in their bantering and secretly texted Carlos. "Uncle Carlos, are you free now?"

him again. "Aunt Debbie is

caller ID on her phone screen, Megan instantly silenced

lap. The screen was off, so she wasn't playing with

"Where are you now?"

twitched. "Why

are you taking her?" Carlos asked as he leaned back in his chair, massaging his

to talk to her. What are you worried about?" Carlos could sense the irony in her tone.

rash. Her

guess.

is bad, why can't she just behave and stop pissing me off?' Debbie thought to

accused of taking birth control pills. Megan was the one who told Carlos about it, but he already knew that there was something more complicated behind the accusation. Megan might have been a pawn in a game that someone

just grew enraged and colder when he found out the result of the blood test, and didn't even listen to her side of it. True, with the steroidal compounds showing up in her blood, it didn't look good for her, but there had to be some other explanation. Maybe someone had

through?' Debbie thought sadly. Whatever he said, she couldn't swallow her anger this time. She

won't let her go this time." As she finished this sentence, she hung up at once. She wasn't interested in

and held their breath the whole time. They were all well aware who Debbie was talking to.

a few more times but every time, she rejected the call as soon as it

where they were going. Realizing her intent, he hurriedly drove out with Emmett, tracing

the bodyguard called again, reporting to Carlos that they had lost track of their car.

Tristan and asked him to check Debbie's GPS

was carefully selected by Debbie. She had personally come to study the surroundings beforehand. It was

life, ' she thought. 'Does she have a similar fate in mind for me?' She was hoping to

herself. "You wanted to talk, so talk now." But Debbie remained silent. "Why did you bring me here? It's so cold outside,"

grabbed her by her wrist, dragging