Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

'As easy-going as Debbie?' Carlos shook his head. "I don't think so. It must be my genes. Debbie isn't an easy-going person at all," he said curtly. She was a hard nut to crack. If she were easy to handle, he would've already had her by his side. It was way more difficult to coax her than to snag a one hundred million contract.

On the contrary, he would easily surrender to her as soon as she gave herself to him.

The ever-aloof Miranda was amused by Carlos' childish words. A rare wide smile crept across her face as she said, "Your genes? What would Debbie say to that? If you were easy to handle, she wouldn't have had to suffer so much in the past months. See how angry she is with you now."

Carlos couldn't find a word to say. He was stumped. It was a scoff from his biological mother.

When he said nothing in reply, Miranda changed the topic and asked, "How are you going to deal with James and Stephanie?" The smile on her face was replaced by a serious look.

Carlos drank the remainder of the juice that was left in Evelyn's glass before answering calmly, "There's no hurry."

He wouldn't let them die peacefully. He wanted to torture them slowly, inch by inch, and exhaust them physically and mentally.

"Uh huh. Fine, I'll leave them to you. But be cautious, James is cruel and heartless. He'll probably try to get his hands on Evelyn. It would be wise to tighten the security around her. She needs more armed bodyguards," Miranda suggested. As she thought of the possibility of danger, she decided to stay in the manor for the time being until Carlos finished off James and Stephanie for good. She would then consider whether she should move out or not.

"Yes, I will do that."

Carlos didn't need to do anything much to deal with Stephanie. Because ironically, it was now her turn to become the target of cyber-bullying. As arrogant and proud as she was, Stephanie could hardly endure the negative comments on her. She was already devastated.

Debbie received Carlos' messages every day since she had flown to France. Today was the seventh day of her stay there. When she finished her work and returned to the hotel at midnight, she received his text again. "Honey, did you miss me today?"

Lying on the bed, she typed, "No."

Carlos didn't mind her cold reply. He continued to text her. "You should stop lying to yourself. You miss me. You can tell me that you do. I won't judge."

his reply. He had recently gotten very good at sweet-talking. Was this really the stoic CEO she had known for years? Did he find someone

to rest. Her

stronger than ever. Nonetheless, she still tried to stay angry at him. "Mr. Huo, I'm just one of your staff and you're the CEO. You're beyond my reach. I'm

in return. My body, my heart... Everything that is mine belongs to

read his brazen words.

she grudgingly got out of bed and plodded towards the bathroom to shower. She was exhausted after the whole

days and there was still eight days left. She would be

for her so far. She had a dinner party that night and she could go back to the hotel earlier than usual. She was going to hang out in the streets of Paris and do some sightseeing if

with a colleague from France and they walked together

with blonde hair and blue eyes. He very much appreciated Debbie's music, so they had a lot in

you think your compatriots will like someone like me?" the man asked as he flexed

men like you. They feel—" She stopped

through her entire body, she finished

her gaze and saw a man and a little girl standing ten-odd

a black overcoat. He was handsome, but his eyes radiated disturbingly cold calmness. One glimpse at him, and you'd never forget

him, the little girl was holding a doll in her hand, her straight hair done up. She was wearing the same style overcoat

hands. With the artistic buildings of Paris in the background, they looked like figures

heard someone marvel in Chinese,

tittered under her breath. 'Of course, that's his daughter, and I'm

know them?"

duo.

asked, "I heard from someone that your ex is the CEO of an