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?"

moment, so she texted him again. "Aunt Debbie is taking me somewhere. She wanted

out called her. Seeing the caller ID on her phone screen, Megan instantly silenced the ringer. She didn't answer

Megan, who was just sitting quietly with her phone in her lap. The

"Where are you now?"

"Why

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

What are you worried about?" Carlos could sense the irony in her

rash. Her health

guess. You're worried

behave and stop pissing me off?' Debbie thought

her down. "Debbie, listen—she's innocent." What caused this mess was that Debbie was 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 else was playing, trying to get rid of Debbie. He had asked Emmett to

her side of it. True, with the steroidal compounds showing up in her blood, it didn't

her that deserved all the pain she put me through?' Debbie thought sadly. Whatever he said, she couldn't swallow her anger this time. She had almost

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

remained silent and held their breath the whole time. They

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

and figured out where they were going. Realizing her

reporting to Carlos that they had lost track of

immediately called Tristan and asked him to check Debbie's GPS position.

Debbie. She had personally come to study the surroundings beforehand. It was quiet here with no cars passing by. No one to see what was going on. No

waves of the river, she was frightened, feeling the colors drain from her face. 'This was how Debbie almost lost her life, ' she thought. 'Does she have a similar fate in mind for me?' She was hoping to rely on Carlos, but

talk, so talk now." But Debbie remained silent. "Why did you

by her wrist, dragging her