Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

The others in the room stared at Carlos and Debbie. They thought that they would be witnessing a horror scene with Carlos strangling Stephanie to death, but instead, it seemed like they had ended up watching a romantic movie. Carlos and Debbie were openly showing their affection for each other.

Debbie had calmed down after hearing Carlos' soothing words. She cast a sideways glance at him and asked, "Really?"

"Really! I promise!" Carlos said with a soft smile.

Debbie heaved a long sigh of relief and then said, "You would be doing Stephanie and James a favor if you kill them off so easily. We should torture them first and then turn them over to the police. Let them suffer for what they did." Although Carlos didn't tell everyone that he had gotten his memory back, almost everyone around him already knew the truth, including James. James already had plans in place to deal with the situation if Carlos ever turned against him. He just didn't know when that day would come.

Carlos hadn't planned to deal with his enemies this soon. But Stephanie's actions had pushed his buttons. She tried to drug him.

When Carlos had figured out her intentions, he pretended to be drugged and came to the room with her. Then, he had laid her tricks bare.

"Okay. I'll do as you say."

After soothing his woman, Carlos turned to the others. His eyes were cold again. He looked at Curtis, Colleen and Tristan, and asked indifferently, "Wanna stay and watch the show?"

Curtis nodded with a smirk.

Colleen felt uneasy and tugged at Curtis' sleeve. "Show? Is it gonna be bloody?" she asked, fear evident in her voice. She had heard of Carlos' cruel means whilst he dealt with his enemies, and had just felt his demonic aura a moment ago.

Curtis patted her shoulder. "Don't worry. Carlos is a reasonable man."

Carlos had his men take Stephanie to a Presidential Suite's bedroom. Then he and the rest of the party went after them.

After arranging everything for the "show," Carlos and Curtis sat at an automatic mahjong table in the living room.

gasping for air. After quickly grabbing a glass of water, he asked, "Carlos, I've been working for the whole day. I am only here since you asked me to come as soon as possible. Dude, I'm super exhausted.

with the mahjong tiles, raised his eyes to look at Niles. "Did you bring enough

Niles stared blankly at Carlos.

wants you to play mahjong with us," Curtis said with a grin. "You know that Carlos seldom loses. If you don't have

I won big against Carlos the night before

'The night before my wedding? How did I not know about this?' she thought, staring at

just reminded Carlos of his very unpleasant memory. You are doomed, Niles. I do feel bad for you." Niles had not only reminded Carlos of the money he had lost that night, but also

messed up. He said immediately, "I don't feel like playing mahjong today. I'm only here to watch the show. Carlos, you called me here to watch the show,

glance, Carlos simply

have answered his call in the first place. He's gonna torture me now!' Niles cursed inwardly. Left with no choice, he sat opposite Carlos. Staring at the empty chair, he asked curiously, "We need a fourth player. Who else did you

raised his eyes to look at Niles.

at the door and then two bodyguards pushed a woman

Debbie recognized her.

Glenda, Stephanie's mother.

in a low

senses tingle. He bent towards her and said in a whisper,

he mean?

face was in shock when she saw the people in the room. But before she could say anything, one of the bodyguards gagged her, and the other tied her up. She could neither speak nor move. Horror was seen plainly in her face. She made strange noises, but no one could make out what she was saying. No one

bodyguards threw her into the bedroom where Stephanie was being held. Stephanie was on the bed, struggling because of the drug. Beads of sweat broke out on her face,

last person of the

fox. James

people in the room. Carlos had asked him to come over, and he had been uneasy the whole way. 'He can't do anything to me under so many

into fists, her