Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 5

Taking a closer look at the woman named Debbie, Carlos finally recognized her and his eyes dilated. That was the girl who had kissed him at the bar!

Tilting to eye Olga, Carlos only then realized that Debbie did have a point. The dress did look dark and old-fashioned. When Carlos was selecting clothes for Olga just a while ago, it'd be more accurate to say that Carlos just pointed at whatever his eyes saw first. When she put it on, he didn't even bat an eye. Thus, he was clueless about how she even looked.

Upon taking a closer look at Olga, Carlos had to admit that Debbie was right, Olga's body shape didn't showcase the dress to its full potential. Lips curving up ever so slightly, Carlos was amused, though in a fraction of a second, his profile was devoid of expression.

The moment Olga complained to Carlos, everyone in the store eyed him, as if telling him to defend Olga, yet Carlos' lips remained sealed.

Feeling defamed, Olga remained still.

However, her ego wouldn't settle for it. Once again, she pouted her lips, in the hope of saying more, but the moment she looked up to meet Carlos' eyes, she was frozen, intimidated by his frigid expression.

Standing behind Carlos was none other than his assistant Emmett. The said male eyed Debbie as well, his brows furrowed together pondering, 'Have I seen that girl before?' Suddenly, it dawned upon him. Quickly, he approached Carlos and said in a faint voice, "Mr. Huo, that girl is your---" Right before Emmett could say the most vital word of all, he was interrupted by a loud voice which he knew belonged to Debbie.

"Hey! I almost didn't see you there!" Debbie exclaimed, maneuvering her way towards Emmett. "It's you! How've you been?!"

Unable to even respond, Emmett was taken by the arm and dragged aside by Debbie.

'Oh my God! This guy was the one who helped me apply for the marriage certificate with Carlos!' Debbie told herself. 'Dad always used me to open up doors for Carlos as we always made sure to visit him and this guy right here was the man who always received us!'

Debbie wore a face full of grit, thinking, 'I can't let Carlos know who I am. I mean, I kissed him last time and now, we saw each other again! He may as well believe that I did that all on purpose to just grab his attention!'

"Mr---" Emmett wanted to address her as Mrs. Huo, but once again, was interrupted.

"Miss? Don't you remember me? It's me!" Debbie remarked rather excitedly. Puzzled, Emmett turned to Debbie. "Miss? I was going to---" "Hey! Dude!" Debbie threw a playful punch onto Emmett's chest, quickly changing the subject. "Don't be so formal around me! That's so weird!" Emmett was absolutely stunned as he was dragged further away from Carlos. There were so many questions running inside his mind and he knew himself that they wouldn't be answered.

With enough distance away from Carlos to prevent him hearing, Debbie's expression then grew wary. "Mrs. Huo, why're you doing this?" Emmett asked. "Mr. Huo hasn't seen you before. Therefore, I have to introduce you to him."

Hearing Emmett's statement made Debbie want to laugh.

'Yeah, we've been married for three years, but my husband over there didn't even recognize me!' Debbie scoffed internally.

'If it weren't for that damn marriage certificate, I'd still be single and there would also be no way I would recognize the CEO of some international group!'

Pulling Emmett closer to her, Debbie then whispered, "Look, there's no need to introduce me. Why? I've already signed the divorce papers and asked Philip to hand them over to Mr. Huo. So yeah, there's really no reason for Mr. Huo to know me."

"Divorce papers?" Emmett repeated, appalled. "You intend to divorce Mr. Huo?" In shock, Emmett took a few steps back and looked at Debbie, starting to ponder, 'If I'm right, Mrs. Huo is seven years younger than Mr. Huo. Wouldn't girls like her kill to be a rich and handsome man's wife?'

Glancing towards Carlos for a brief moment and then back to Debbie, Emmett still couldn't wrap his mind around why Debbie would file for a divorce, 'Is there something wrong with her? Mr. Huo is handsome, rich, and powerful, yet why would she want to divorce him?'

Beaming awkwardly, Debbie responded, "Yes, I want to divorce Mr. Huo. Also, I hope you can just keep my identity a secret from him, so that there wouldn't be any more trouble."

Stunned and shell-shocked, Emmett was at a loss for words. There seemed to be more questions in his mind than there had been before.

Retracting from his own line of thoughts, Emmett walked back to Carlos while the latter had just purchased the lipstick set for Olga.

There was no doubt that Carlos would be suspicious of Emmett. Shifting his glance towards Debbie, Carlos then found her throwing herself into Jared's arms.

A smile seething with contempt was present throughout Carlos' profile. 'What a harlot!' he thought.

'I must be different from other women in Carlos' eyes! Ah, I'm truly blessed!'

"B-But sir..." Emmett hesitated, but he knew he had to say it. "She's your---" Meeting Emmett's eyes was a glare clearly dyed with murderous intent if ever he continued his statement.

Immediately, Emmett commanded the bodyguards that lingered behind him, "Get them out!"

Finally, the moment Debbie had been waiting for arrived. Right after Emmett had given his command, Debbie raised her hand up, preventing the bodyguards doing what they were tasked to do and said, "No need for that. We'll show ourselves out."

Now approaching the exit, Debbie turned to Jared who was about to pay for the lipsticks at the counter, and said, "Hey, no need for the lipsticks. Let's get going." Almost immediately, Jared reeled back the credit card he was about to hand over to the saleslady. Collecting the lipsticks from the counter, he made it a point to place them back at the display booth. Once he was done, Debbie and her friends exited the store.

As Carlos watched Debbie's figure recede into the distance, a look of grimace and suspicion was present on his profile. 'Something feels off…' he thought.

Casting a scornful glance upon Debbie's figure, Olga then turned to Carlos and beamed charmingly. Clinging to his arm once again, she suggested in a pleasant voice, "Mr. Huo, how about we have dinner on the fifth floor of the Alioth Building? Surely after that detestable scenario, you must be famished."

"Alright," Carlos responded indifferently, "let's get going."

Shaking off the speculations he had inside his mind, Emmett cleared the way and escorted his boss out of the store.

At the exit of the Merak Building, Debbie abruptly turned heel and looked at Jared asking, "Hey, I remember you wanting to have lunch on the fifth floor of the Alioth Building. Am I right?"

"Tomboy, are you seriously pulling my leg right now?" Jared sighed. "To be very honest with you, I've spent all of my money on mobile games, so there's no way I can afford to buy you dinner on---"

"Ah!" Debbie clapped her hands together and smiled. "Then, why don't I treat you guys to lunch instead?"