Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Glenda's face twitched when she heard what Debbie said. "You're just after his money, aren't you? Tell you what, I'll give you ten million. Take your bastard child and leave Mr. Huo."

"Ten million?" Debbie sneered. "At least you're not as stingy as your daughter. She offered me five."

Glenda cast her a disdainful look. "Like the idea? Then fine, take the money and get your ass out of the country. I won't even say a word about the coffee you poured on me."

Debbie didn't have the time for games. 'If I ever had any doubts, they're gone. James, Glenda and Stephanie are definitely family. All arrogant and shockingly open about their cruelty. But neither mother nor daughter is as cunning as James.' "Like mother, like daughter. You've cheated on your husband for so many years. Your daughter stole my husband while his memories were gone. And you both think money can buy everything. Five million? Ten million? Come on! You can do better than that."

Debbie stood up from her seat and added, "Lady—and I use the term loosely—I'll give you fifty million. Take your bitch of a daughter and get out of my sight."

Glenda couldn't keep her cool anymore. She stood up and raised her hand, about to slap Debbie.

Debbie, however, caught her wrist with her left hand and slapped her in the face with the right. Smack!

"Argh!" Glenda screamed at the top of her lungs.

There were not many guests at the cafe—only two young girls, likely students, were sitting at another table. Not wanting any part of this, they immediately picked up their backpacks and went to the cashier's desk to pay. They left in a hurry.

Debbie shook her hand and said impatiently, "Don't call me. Ever. I'm busy, and I don't have time for your drama."

Glenda's face was already red and swollen from the force of Debbie's slap. Her tears fell as she yelled, "You bitch! Guards!"

The bodyguards, who had been standing by the gate all this time, ran towards her. "Mrs. Li."

Glenda raised her hand and pointed at Debbie. "Grab her," she said in a chilly voice.

Debbie shrugged helplessly. 'Seriously? I really don't have time for this.'

take this outside. Don't want to smash the cafe, right?

kicked a chair hard and sent it

young mother dodged the chair, and then quickly reached

the cashier, who

didn't take the wad of cash she offered, cowering behind the counter at

money on the counter before

about to spin her around. At this moment, her phone rang. She smashed the hand with her

her phone and checked the caller ID—Carlos Huo.

sure she had Glenda's attention. "It's Carlos. Last chance

its perks. Glenda was afraid of Carlos and what he might do if her guards manhandled

call in Glenda's presence. "Hi honey, you miss me?" she asked

with you?" Carlos asked, his voice devoid

she was out of the cafe, she didn't need

saying that, she hung

out of the woodwork to mess with me, ' she thought

was stunned. 'I caused

in. "Find out who

"Yes, Mr. Huo."

was done, but she was wrong. Glenda asked her bodyguards to follow the singer's

out. The bodyguards did the

used her finger to call them forward. It worked; they were pretty upset. The two bodyguards looked at each other before

she kicked one in the stomach, and grabbed the other's arm. He stumbled backward before tripping over his buddy, hitting his head on the ground. They rolled on the road and

for Debbie, so they struggled