Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 244

'Deal with Debbie?' Damon rolled his eyes at Carlos and snapped, "Come on, Carlos. Just admit it. You're a slave to your wife. You do whatever she wants. I guess Debbie will get you to stand barefoot on a porcupine. I'd like to come with you. See how you're going to deal with her."

Carlos was about to snap back at him when his phone started to ring. The small rectangular phone buzzed insistently on the desk. Damon looked at the caller ID—it was Emmett. Before Carlos could pick it up, Damon answered and put it on speakerphone. Emmett's anxious voice came from the other end of the line. "Bad news, Mr. Huo! Mrs. Huo went to a nightclub! She is going to buy a rent boy!"

Silence reigned in the private booth.

Everyone turned to look at Carlos. Gloom clouded his expression, but soon disappeared. He picked up his phone and asked calmly, "Which nightclub?"

"The one opposite Orchid Private Club," Emmett answered honestly.

"Okay, got it." Carlos disconnected the call and put his phone back in his pocket. He looked at the group. "You guys have fun."

Then he strode towards the door in a hurry.

Everyone looked at one another in stunned disbelief.

Curtis stood up from the couch and said, "I'd better go along, keep him out of trouble." He was afraid that Carlos might lose his head and hurt Debbie. He knew Carlos quite well, and knew that when it came to Debbie, he did lose his head quite often. Carlos was insanely jealous, and wouldn't abide a man so much as casting a lustful glance in her direction. Having a pretty wife was both a blessing and a curse for him.

Colleen, of course, stuck by her boyfriend. This was fun to Damon. He was a pleasure-seeker and decided to come with them.

Wesley was not interested in this kind of thing, and all he wanted to do was just go back home. But when he turned to Blair and saw her excited expression, he sighed inwardly and followed after his buddies. He guessed she wanted to see blood. In the end, all of them walked towards the nightclub across the street.

Of course, Debbie had a plan. She called Kasie after phoning the police with a tip-off, and they decided to meet at The No. 1 Nightclub.

Carlos once promised her that he would always have her back. But he broke that promise and hurt her, so she decided to get back at him.

She had deliberately chosen the tight black dress that Carlos loved so much, and put on thick make-up. Every man's eyes were glued to her as they admired her pretty face and hot body.

After entering the largest private booth, Debbie threw a bank card on the table and told the manager indifferently, "Call some handsome guys over."

Kasie grabbed her hand and whispered in her ear, "I thought you were just kidding, Tomboy. Sure you want to do this? Your hubby's across the street."

"One hundred percent sure," Debbie nodded. She turned to the manager and said, "I just saw some guys with blond hair and light blue eyes walk in. I like them."

She had warned Carlos before about this—if he hurt her, she would leave him and play with other men. She kept her word.

The manager recognized the card on the table—it was the Diamond Black Card issued by the bank under the ZL Group. Only three of those cards had been made. That meant she was super important, and needed to be treated with the utmost respect. Whatever she asked for, he had to provide it. Not only that, but that card provided a near-limitless line of credit. She could rack up the biggest bill ever seen in that nightclub and she'd still be good for it. He bowed respectfully and said, "No problem. They'll be here before you know it."

After leaving the booth, he told his men over the intercom, "Outfit Room 206 with the best snacks, a fruit plate with imported fruits and a bottle of vintage wine..."

Within three minutes, the manager came back to the booth, followed by several tall, handsome men with blond hair and light blue eyes.

Debbie looked at those men, eyes wide open. She just wanted to make Carlos jealous. It had seemed like a good idea. But now that they were right there, she got cold feet.

"Ladies, these are the guys who our guests have enjoyed the most. Like what you see? I'm sure any of them will...er...measure up," the manager offered.

Debbie gulped and poked Kasie. "Kasie, which one do you like?"

Kasie rolled her eyes and answered, "It was your bright idea. Why ask me? No thanks."