Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

'Call Carlos Huo?' Olga was frightened. She and Carlos hadn't talked for a long time.
As if remembering something, Debbie acted surprised and asked Olga, "So you claim to be Carlos' woman and Carlos Huo even
said he had a girlfriend to the press. Are you the girl he carried out of the hotel?"
Jared knew the truth, and buried his face in his cuff to avoid bursting out in laughter. 'Way to go, Tomboy! She's a lot different
now. Much more confident, she takes pot shots and ducks for cover.'
Embarrassed, Olga bit her lower lip. She had no clue who that woman was. She really couldn't answer either way. When the
news broke, she had looked into it. But Carlos was security-conscious, so no information was available on that mystery woman.
She had heard from Emmett that Carlos was married, so she wondered if that woman was the mysterious Mrs. Huo.
Determined to avoid the question, Olga growled brashly, "Listen to you! Prying into Carlos' personal affairs!"
Seated on the sofa, Jared cut in, "Miss Mi, I'm just curious. Was that you? Mr. Huo said that the woman in his arms was his
woman and that's who you say you are. Did any of you hear Mr. Huo say this to anyone?"
Jared looked at the other girls with her. They looked at each other. Gradually it dawned on them. It turned out none of them had
ever heard Carlos refer to Olga as his woman. It was only Olga who talked about her life with Carlos. No one else was circulating
those rumors.
Debbie gave Jared an knowing look, as if to say, "Nice, dude!" Then she shifted her eyes to Olga and continued, "Using Carlos
Huo's name to bully others. Does he know about this?"
"You!" Anger overtook Olga. She raised her hand to slap Debbie.
Debbie dodged, shifting position and using her arms as stability. But when Debbie's hand flew out, it stopped. Her tea didn't.
Black liquid sloshed out of Debbie's cup and drenched Olga's face.
The tea wasn't hot. It just stained the victim's face—and her cream dress. Even DeeDee's black dress got hit.
Since it had already gotten ugly between her and Olga, Debbie decided she was done giving a shit. And she was done with this
insufferable woman. She kicked Olga in the leg. Debbie's victim screamed and went to one knee.
Debbie wondered between her, his wife, and the self-proclaimed his woman, which of them Carlos would protect.

The other women were flustered. They trotted over to Olga to help her to her feet. But Debbie grabbed one of them by the arm
and pushed her hard. The woman fell backwards. Being in high heels, all these women lost their balance quickly and grabbed
onto each other, screaming. Olga was at the bottom of the heap. Debbie observed her handiwork, dusting her hands off and
looking quite satisfied.
At this point, Jared handed Debbie a glass of red wine. She took the hint immediately. While those women were busy squabbling
amongst themselves, Debbie poured the red liquid onto each of them.
Their evening dresses probably cost in the neighborhood of a million or so. Now they were all ruined by a glass of wine.
Jared brushed his outfit with his hands, making sure it was pristine. He rested his arm on Debbie's shoulder and said to those
miserable women, "That's what you get when you mess with me and Tomboy."
Those women all glared at them. Noticing that, Debbie cast them a sideways glance and sneered, "What do you want? Hadn't
had enough? How about I cut your dresses into bikinis?"
Those women shut their mouths and lowered their eyes immediately.
When Emmett arrived at the scene, he was so shocked his teeth started clattering. He wasted no time ringing up Carlos. "Mr.
Huo, something's happened. Something big!"
"Talk." Tired, Carlos rubbed the spot between his eyebrows.
"Mrs. Huo... Er... She..."
Hearing that it was about Debbie, Carlos stood up abruptly. "What about her? Get to the point or I'll kill you!"
Emmett gasped and managed to speak clearly. "I was negotiating contracts so I left your wife alone for a short time. When I was
done and returned to her, she was in trouble. She got into a fight with some socialite divas, including the daughters of the Mi
family, the Gu family, the Mu family..." Each of the families mentioned was important in Y City. Angering them could have serious
consequences, and that might be something even Carlos couldn't shield Debbie from.
Carlos got the gist. "Which side lost?" he asked.
Huh? Emmett was confused until Carlos asked again. He turned his head back to the scene. The socialite divas were getting up
from the floor, and Debbie was watching them, remarkably unscathed. "It looks like Mrs. Huo won, sir," he answered honestly.

"Excellent. Protect her. Make sure no one comes at her. I'll deal with it," Carlos ordered.
'Excellent?' Emmett was puzzled. 'What's so excellent about getting into a fight?'
After he hung up, Emmett walked towards Debbie. But by this moment, a group of distinguished women and middle-aged men in
suit were crowding around her. They looked angry. Scratch that, they were livid. "How dare you treat my daughter like that! Do
you know who I am? By God you'll remember the name Yan when I'm done with you!"
Mr. Zhu, president of the Kasee Group, mediated between the two sides, while nervously wiping sweat from his brow. It looked
like he was sweating bullets down there. He couldn't afford to offend any of these powerful families. "I'll compensate the ladies
for any damages. Mr. Gu, Mr. Qin, Mr. Yan... please don't get angry," he said.
Lucinda helped Gail up and glared at her. She knew who was at fault without having to ask. "Thank you, Mr. Zhu. But there's no
need for that. It's just a dress," she said politely.
Sebastian didn't understand how Debbie got into a fight all of a sudden with so many women at the same time. He and Lucinda
had watched Debbie from the moment she had appeared at the party. Everything was fine a moment ago.
Then, a warm voice familiar to Debbie said, "Sorry about the mess, everyone. I'll pay whatever you need me to. I apologize on
behalf of Deb."
Everyone turned around curiously. A man in a white suit stood there gracefully, holding a glass of red wine with one hand, the
other in his pocket. It was Hayden, topic of the day.
His cropped hair had been cut into a flat-top. His almond-shaped eyes were thick with joy.
"Hayden, ' called his mom, Blanche Liu. She looked at her son in disbelief.
After casting a silent look at his parents and his sister, Hayden walked towards Debbie and stood in front of her with a doting
smile. But his eyes said it all. Complicated emotions lay hidden inside those gems.