Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

When the car came to a halt, Debbie straightened her clothes and fixed her hair. "Emmett, we're ten minutes late. Think anyone will notice?" she asked. This was all Carlos' fault. When she was picking out a dress, he refused to hang up the phone and insisted on video chatting with her.

Carlos picked out her dress and even her earrings. It was like he wanted control over the entire process. Before that, he had watched her change and try on every dress. That had been fun. Some secrets a man should never know—like all the gymnastics it took sometimes just to fit into a dress. The net effect was that no one was supposed to know how much effort you put into getting ready.

Therefore, she ended up getting to the hotel ten minutes late, even though she was an excellent driver behind the wheel of a sports car.

"It's okay. Don't worry about it, Mrs. Huo," Emmett answered, frankly relieved they'd stopped. He didn't enjoy the trip over here at all, wondering how long it would take him to stop shuddering. He got out of the passenger seat and trotted over to the driver's seat. After straightening his clothes, he opened the door for Debbie with a serious look on his face and held out his right hand. "Please, Mrs. Huo," he said respectfully.

Debbie put her high heels on again. She had taken them off and thrown them aside while she was driving. Then, she put her hand on Emmett's gracefully and got out of the car.

The PR team knew Emmett as Carlos' secretary. When they saw him being so respectful to the woman getting out of the car, they all knew she must be very important. Carlos spared no expense to make sure those close to him were well taken care of, and she was obviously close to him.

In a pair of 6 cm high heels, Debbie walked carefully and nervously into the lavish hotel. Emmett was by her side and the PR team led the way.

The lobby doors were pushed open by two bodyguards, and held in place while Debbie walked in. The boss of Kasee Group had just delivered his opening speech.

Soon, all eyes were drawn to the woman who had just walked in wearing a red evening dress. She was letting her passionate side shine.

Fine feathers make fine birds. The woman they were gazing at had been made up and dressed by an international master make-up artist. Nothing but the best for Carlos' wife. Even the socialite divas and the actresses present at the event couldn't hold a candle to Debbie now.

Her hair was no longer a lilac, and was dyed back to a gorgeous raven hue. Knotted into a five-strand braid, it was coiled up at the back of her head, adorned by a diamond tiara-shaped hairpin.

white overcoat draped over her shoulders and gave it to her bodyguard, fully revealing the red evening dress underneath. It had three-quarter sleeves and a stand-up collar, and her beautiful clavicles were partly exposed. The dress was a gold medal-winning work by a master designer

and smooth. She used to know little about skin care and so

her long eyelashes, her black pupils glistened as if warning people away, while somehow there seemed also to be a hint of deeply hidden helplessness about them. Beneath her high nose, her lips embellished with red lip gloss, shone

same set as the bracelet on her wrist, both perfectly matched and

approach, all wondering who she was and why she was with Carlos' secretary

me. I didn't know Emmett got married. My aunt was talking about how

dress looks low-key, it's pricey. I don't think Emmett can

boss of the

Emmett," the man

meet you, Mr. Zhu." When he glanced at the gift, she continued,

the tray a waiter was carrying, one for Debbie and the other for himself. They clinked with Mr. Zhu's glass, a toast to the health of all in

the man. He hadn't expected the powerful Carlos' wife to be so modest and polite. "Mrs. Huo, you're too modest. It's indeed a pity that Mr. Huo can't come himself, but I'm so glad you're

did she like too many compliments. She smiled nervously, "Thank you for understanding, Mr. Zhu. Today's a big day for you. I bet you're very busy, so

Huo. If you need anything, please let me know. Please forgive us if the service isn't good

and Mr. Zhu left

him leave, Debbie was relieved. She visibly relaxed, taking a deep breath and

to Emmett, "Did I say

Mrs. Huo, you were great. Relax." At that point, Emmett understood why Carlos wasn't worried to let Debbie come to the party

flattery or socializing, but she was confident and looked even