Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

"Mrs. Huo... ran out of the hospital," Tristan stammered on the phone.

"How?!"

Watching the hospital surveillance footage, Tristan cleared his throat and answered, "Mrs. Huo asked me to grab some real food for her. After I left, she snatched a nurse's uniform, changed into it and ran off."

Carlos closed his eyes with resignation. He felt as if the old rebellious Debbie was back, always giving him a headache.

"Where did she go?" asked Carlos. His voice betrayed no emotion.

"The camera shows she hailed a cab at the entrance, and the cab drove towards Skyline Road. You know, she lost your wallet in the river. With no money on her, where do you think she went, Mr. Huo?" Tristan wondered how Debbie paid the fare, since she didn't have a penny on her.

Carlos stood up from his seat and left the venue quietly.

Portia grabbed her handbag and followed.

The manager of the fashion show had kept an eye on Carlos the whole time. The moment he saw Carlos leave the show, he tagged along.

"Tell Emmett to call Kasie. Tell her to stay put until I get there!" Carlos ordered on the phone.

Portia trotted after him. She almost sprained her ankle, thanks to a strap on her heel coming loose, but she didn't dare complain. She followed him all the way to the parking lot. Seeing Carlos hang up the phone, she asked, "Taking off, Mr. Huo?"

He glanced at her and said, "Yeah. Zelda will drive you home after the show."

Portia refused thoughtfully, "Thanks, Mr. Huo. No worries. I'll call my brother."

Carlos got in the car. Without one more look at Portia, he ordered Zelda to start the car.

When the manager of the show came out to the parking lot, Carlos' car was already gone.

an awkward expression on her

answered, "He had to

pried, "Miss Gu, are

a cold look. The manager grinned and shut

decided not to go back to the show. She called the

arrived at the gate of Kasie's block of flats, she told the driver with

you screwing with me? Nurse, don't you know you have to pay for the

call my

cabbie reluctantly handed Debbie his phone. It was either that, or risk not getting paid. At this point, he still wasn't

she asked, once Kasie

hospital to see you this afternoon, but you were

Kasie wasn't home, Debbie was flustered. "You're outside? Where? I took a cab to your place, but I have no money to pay the fare.

I are having dinner outside," Kasie replied. Then Debbie heard her say to Emmett, "Emmett, don't answer your phone yet. Tomboy went to my place. Let's head back now." When Kasie answered Debbie's call,

"Have you eaten yet? If you're not finished, I can find you at the restaurant— if you don't mind

Kasie's phone, "Mrs. Huo, we're on our way back. Tell the cabbie we'll

it too much thought,

phone back to the driver and explained, "My friends are coming. You'll have to wait a moment. But

but she must have presented quite a sight. She didn't have time to gather up winter clothing, and some of her clothes were lost in the accident, anyway. Her scalp had stopped bleeding, but she still had the bandage on, which people's eyes were naturally drawn to. And of course, with nurse's scrubs, you couldn't really tell where she worked. Debbie had eschewed the name tag when she donned the nurse's outfit. "Which hospital do you work in? That looks like a nasty

and feigned embarrassment. "I spilled water on my own clothes. These

You

Debbie saw someone approaching. It wasn't Kasie, but Carlos.

of the car and paid Debbie's fare, her first thought was, 'Holy Crap!

and ran away from

phone and ordered, "Mrs. Huo is running

path. She almost ran into it, and had