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.

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 from Milan. Crystal

care and so didn't take care of

away, while somehow there seemed also to be a hint of deeply hidden helplessness about

neck hung a white crystal necklace, from the same set as the bracelet on her wrist, both perfectly matched and

heels, straightening up, with a presence of aloofness and uniqueness. Everyone feasted on her sumptuous beauty but hesitated to approach, all wondering who she was and why she was with Carlos' secretary Emmett. "Who is she? Why have I never seen her before?"

My aunt was talking about how she wanted to fix him up with a girl,"

looks low-key, it's pricey. I don't think Emmett can afford something like that.

were guessing, the boss of

Huo, Emmett," the

secretary and said with a smile, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Zhu." When he glanced at the gift, she continued, "It's a present from my husband. He's too busy to make the celebration tonight, so he asked

was carrying, one for Debbie and the other for

to be so modest and polite. "Mrs. Huo, you're too modest. It's indeed

flattery. Nor 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 I'll not take up any

anything, please let me know. Please forgive us if

a sip of her wine, and Mr. Zhu

She visibly relaxed, taking a deep breath

whispered to Emmett, "Did I

smiled, "No, Mrs. Huo, you were great. Relax." At that point, Emmett understood why

not be adept at flattery or socializing, but she was confident and looked even more amazing after the makeover. She was definitely cut out