Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

The girl was one of Carlos' fans, so Debbie signed his name as well, right next to hers. She also drew a heart between their names.

Looking at her work, she flashed a broad smile and handed the pen and notebook back to the girl. "Done. I hope it's okay. My writing's a mess."

"Thank you, Mrs. Huo. Er, can I call you 'Debbie?' You're so down to earth. Thanks for the autograph!"

Before Debbie could answer, more pens and notebooks were put in front of her for her to sign. She wondered if she would get cramp in her hand before she finished.

Actually, Debbie felt a lot more comfortable and happier with these young girls. Compared to those fake women at the expo, these girls were cheerful and real. Coming from a noble family didn't guarantee that a person had a noble personality. In fact, it was often the opposite.

Suddenly, a light bulb went off in Debbie's head. With a cunning smile, she told Carlos' fans, "Well, my husband looks cold and uncaring, but he's actually a nice guy. If you ask him for autographs, I'm sure he'll do it."

"Really? If he says no, can you help us out, Mrs. Huo?"

"No problem. But he's busy right now. Not sure when he'll be done," said Debbie.

In stunned disbelief, the security guards looked at Debbie, who was busy chatting with the girls. She was so nice and unpretentious. She sounded like she was happy to be there, and they got the sense that it wasn't an act. They'd never been assigned to guard a celebrity who was so amiable and easy to approach.

And she was not just some actress or pop star, but Carlos Huo's wife.

At the expo, a security guard sprinted into the main hall and found Carlos, who was discussing business with a few guests. "Mr. Huo, your wife's being mobbed by fans..."

Carlos set his glass on a nearby table. "Thanks. I'll check it out." He then turned to Tristan. "Take your men and find two popular stars. Make it obvious they're around. Then split them up. That should keep the fans busy chasing them rather than my wife."

"Yes, Mr. Huo."

a sudden, people around her began to scream. "Aaaargh! It's Mr. Huo! Look! Carlos

way, and Carlos walked towards Debbie, the picture of poise.

celebrities left the building in two different directions, just as Carlos had ordered, and their fans followed after them in a hurry.

to get close to Debbie quite easily. He pulled her into his arms and said, "I thought I

and screamed at the top of their lungs as if Carlos were talking

felt like she was in a club where they played the dance music so loud she had to scream to be heard. She stood on

"I'll come with you."

Debbie had talked with asked excitedly, "Mrs. Huo, you promised you'd get Mr. Huo to sign autographs. I've been a

girl was practically in tears because she was so

need your autographs." However, Carlos' bodyguards intervened. They stood between Carlos and

Carlos' arms, mouth agape. 'Wow, these are really intense fans. They've

liked you for ten years. I..." A fan was so overwhelmed that she couldn't breathe.

panic. "Someone

then had a better idea. "Someone call an ambulance!" she yelled at the fans.

she was breathing, he commanded one of his men to call an ambulance. Then he unbuttoned his

her limbs so that she lay on her back. Her chest rose and fell slowly, so he knew she was okay. He rolled up his suit jacket, and used that to elevate the fan's legs above her heart level to avoid swelling. Debbie fell in love with him all over again. His quick thinking had really saved

the girl slowly opened her eyes, blinking from the sudden influx

up, grabbed a wet napkin from

Huo is so

great guy! He's

had promised them she would have him sign autographs for them. He took a notebook from a nearby fan, and

he saw Debbie's handwriting. She not only signed both their names, but also drew a heart between them. A satisfied