Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 233

Olga was pleased when Debbie looked frightened. She cast a disdainful glance at her and mocked, "Well, if you beg for mercy sincerely, I won't tell Mr. Huo what you just said."

"Beg for mercy? Why would I do so? You're not Mrs. Huo," Debbie said with a raised eyebrow as she stared at Olga.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Olga's face at the mention of "Mrs. Huo," but she stood upright. "Yes, Mr. Huo is married, and I'm not Mrs. Huo. But he doesn't love his wife. So what's the point of being Mrs. Huo? He loves me, you know. Beg me for my forgiveness, and I'll put in a good word for you," she said with a smug expression.

Debbie couldn't help but burst into laughter. She eyed Olga from head to toe and taunted, "He loves you? Come on, Auntie! You look even older than him. He should be blind to fall for you. Besides, he has had so many women. Who do you think you are?"

Olga's face twitched when Debbie called her "Auntie." "You... How dare you! I'll tell him that you called him an unfaithful man!"

"Go ahead. Tell him," Debbie shrugged. 'Megan, Olga, Portia... He has been with so many women!' she cursed inwardly.

How Olga wished she could point at Debbie and call her names at that moment! But someone entered the ladies' room just then, and she had to leave to keep her image.

Debbie started after her. "Auntie, you'd better hurry up. If I reach Carlos Huo first, I'll snitch on you."

Since Debbie was wearing sneakers, she trotted towards the dining hall effortlessly.

Olga believed her threat, so she quickened her pace.

Debbie had almost reached Carlos' table, while Olga was still pretty far away from him. She started running to catch up to her.

Her six-centimeter leather heels gave away as she stumbled and fell to the floor, spraining her ankle.

And yet again, tragedy struck Olga.

"Aargh!" she screamed, lying on the floor in the middle of the dining hall. Everyone turned to look at her.

Even the pianist stopped playing and stared at the woman on the floor with his mouth agape.

Olga was too embarrassed to even raise her head. Debbie cast a sidelong glance at the emotionless Carlos, and feigning surprise, she said in a loud voice, "Oh! Is that Miss Olga Mi? The general manager of the Mi Group!"

If she remembered correctly, that was how the host at the investors' dinner she had attended last time had introduced Olga to the crowd.

This was a top notch restaurant in Y City, and the guests were all rich and famous. The Mi Group was one of the leading enterprises in the city. Olga was not only the general manager of the Mi Group, but had also appeared on TV with Carlos before. So many people knew her.

Hearing Debbie's words, many of the guests took a closer look at Olga. "It is indeed Miss Mi!" someone echoed.

"Yes. Her grandfather is the famous Mr. Mi. How did she end up like this? If you're not used to wearing high heels, then don't wear them, Miss Mi."

"Exactly! This is so embarrassing!

"

Debbie didn't expect all these rich people to be so... rude.

Carlos sighed with profound resignation. He put down his knife and fork, and was about to stand up.

Debbie looked him in the eye and threatened, "If you dare help her, I swear I'll sleep with Gregory."

Gregory froze instantly. 'I should've listened to Colleen. I shouldn't have interfered in Carlos and Debbie's problems, ' he thought, shaking in his boots.