Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

It hadn't been that long since Portia last saw Debbie. But this wasn't the Debbie she knew. Debbie used to be humble and self-effacing, with low self-esteem. Now she was parading around with her nose in the air, all puffed up with pride as if she were the queen.

'Dammit Debbie! Your husband's just a secretary. Don't get cocky. It's not like he's Carlos Huo! We'll see who comes out on top!' she thought resentfully.

On Debbie's way back to the party, two other women stopped her in her tracks. They sized her up and down, and then one of them said curtly, "Someone wants to see you."

'I wonder who they're talking about, ' thought Debbie.

"Who?" she asked. Neither of the two women looked even remotely familiar. She'd know if she'd met them before. So it made her even more curious who wanted to talk to her, and why.

The woman in a black dress snapped, "Don't ask. Just follow us."

'This is crazy!' Debbie was irritated. It was supposed to be simple, and maybe fun. She went to the party on Carlos' behalf, but ended up coming across all kinds of weird things and hostile women. Mental note: Don't do this again. And now, why did she have to deal with some ridiculous mystery boss? She didn't. She was thinking that maybe now would be a good time to bug out of here. She had made an appearance, presented her gift, and now she just wanted to be left alone.

"Sorry, I'm busy." She passed them without giving them a second glance. Who were they? And why were they following someone else's orders? And more importantly, why were they trying to get her involved?

The woman in black shouted to her back, "Hey, you! Miss Mi wants to see you! Get your butt over here now, unless you want that butt kicked out of Y City! Just so you know, Miss Mi is Mr. Huo's woman. I wouldn't turn her down if I were you."

'Really! We'll just see about that!' Debbie thought.

The two looked at Debbie gloatingly, anticipating that she would turn around and follow them timidly to see Olga. After all, these two were at her beck and call, so why shouldn't Debbie be the same? She wasn't any better than them.

Nonetheless, to their disappointment, Debbie only paused for a second and then continued walking away.

the party, she couldn't help walking towards the desserts again. She was compelled by the sweet taste of the treats, and her

in. But before she could take a bite, a familiar figure sat next to her. He looked around and asked cautiously, "Your husband didn't

her eyes at him. "Why are you sneaking

plaid charcoal suit and wine leather shoes, Jared stared at her, his eyes wide like plates. "You're asking me? Your husband is way too possessive. That guy's gonna kill me

said, "Tomboy, promise me that you'll never cheat on your husband." Debbie almost

I think he'd go after the poor guy's entire

arm free from his grip, swallowed the food in her

of Jared's personality. The next second, he whispered to Debbie in a conspiratorial tone, "I saw Hayden just now. He's a bigwig in Y City now. He draws girls and rich guys

girls like sweet things so much? How long has it been since you last saw Hayden? Did you happen to catch him after he came back from abroad?" he asked.

now. She was totally smitten with

chatted, Jared waved at a girl. Then he looked at Debbie

with the news, when he posted it in group chat.

towards them. When Debbie saw her, she choked on her black tea. Same old Jared. The girl was his typical type—big breasted, thick waisted and

dress and a pair of high heels that seemed to be at least eight cm high. Her long red curls tumbled to

towards the girl and the latter instantly ran coquettishly into his arms. "Darling, I've been looking all over for you," she

but put her hands on her arms, trying to pry the sprouting goosebumps off. When she thought that was hard to watch,

buddy Debbie Nian." Jared

she'd cleared the dessert table a couple of

she threw herself at Jared and acted like a spoiled little girl. "I want to go shopping. Go with me," she said while shaking his arm and wriggling her body. It wasn't a pretty sight, but it was what it was. This was how she got her

minute. I need to talk

all makes sense now. You bought her those clothes, didn't you?"