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!

dozen bodyguards led the way, and Carlos walked towards Debbie,

as Carlos had ordered, and their fans

quite easily. He pulled her into his arms and

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

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 tiptoe to get

"I'll come with you."

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

practically in tears because she was so excited.

need your autographs." However, Carlos' bodyguards intervened. They stood between Carlos and the fans, making them stand two meters away from their

'Wow, these are really intense fans. They've liked him longer than I have,

you for ten years. I..." A fan was so overwhelmed that she

began to panic. "Someone passed out! Help!

She grabbed Carlos' sleeve, and then had a better idea. "Someone call an

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

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

blinking from the sudden influx of light, but they eventually fluttered open normally.

that, Carlos stood up, grabbed a wet napkin

Mr. Huo is so

a great guy!

the girl say that Debbie had promised them she would have him sign autographs for them.

signed both their names, but also drew a heart between them. A satisfied smile spread