Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 277

"Hayden, do you know how Debbie managed to get married to Mr. Huo?" Portia asked angrily. She hated that Debbie could easily live a life that she had dreamed of. 'And he spoils her so much. Everyone in Y City...no...in the world knows Debbie is Mrs. Huo and how much Mr. Huo loves her.

She must have saved the world in her previous life. What else could explain her never ending streak of luck?' Portia thought to herself in dismay. Not long ago, she had dreamed of marrying Carlos. But then, he had made his confession to Debbie in public at the expo.

Exasperated by her outburst, Hayden tried to coax his sister, "It doesn't matter how she managed to become Mrs. Huo. It has nothing to do with you. Mr. Huo will never marry you. Just go back home and behave yourself. If you don't, he has many ways to wipe you out. Portia, I'm your brother. I don't want to see you get hurt. So, don't do anything stupid."

With her arms crossed over her chest, Portia sneered and retorted stubbornly, "Behave myself? And did you behave yourself? If you had, then Mr. Huo wouldn't have dealt a blow to the Gu Group and it wouldn't have been at risk now. Even you allowed your emotions to get the better of you. You are not qualified to lecture me about the way I behave!"

"Debbie and I used to be lovers. What about you and Mr. Huo? You two are not even on friendly terms with each other. Yes, he did attend the fashion show and the expo with you. But that doesn't mean he has a thing for you. Otherwise, he wouldn't have shut you out of the entertainment circle without any mercy. He is ruining your career for Debbie's sake, and he doesn't give a shit about it."

Hayden took a sip of the water to moisten his sore throat and then continued, "Do you still believe that you are somehow special to him? If you two meet on the street, he won't even cast a glance at you." Hayden knew how cold and uncaring Carlos was.

He also knew how much Carlos spoiled Debbie.

He loved Debbie to the core of his being, and wouldn't give her up for the world; he knew that now. He didn't want his sister to feel the same pain as he did. Not to mention, Carlos and Portia were merely strangers. He didn't think Portia loved Carlos. He knew his sister well—she loved Carlos' money and power.

"NO! I AM special to Mr. Huo. I'm sure he has a thing for me. The reason why he keeps me at arm's length is that he's married to that wretch and that he is concerned about his reputation," Portia yelled. She was trying to deceive herself, and as she repeated this fictional plot in her head, she eventually started believing that this was the truth. Whenever she couldn't fall asleep, she would coax herself with this lie.

Hayden's expression changed dramatically. As far as he could see, Portia had become a little... mentally unstable. He put his hands softly on her shoulders, and looked her in the eye.

As an experienced businessman, he had dealt with a lot of different people, and was much more sophisticated than Portia, who had been spoiled rotten by their parents and was, in his eyes, an innocent girl. He tried to make her understand by saying, "Portia, listen to me. You've gotten this all wrong. Trust me, okay? You need to face the reality—"

But Portia turned a deaf ear towards her brother. She shook off his hands and interrupted him angrily, "Enough, Hayden! Since you blatantly refuse to help me, I'll just go to Dad. He got me the date with Mr. Huo to the fashion show last time. I believe he can help me again."

Hayden was having a headache because of her. He closed his eyes to cool himself down and opened them again. "Portia, do you have any idea what Dad had to do to get you that date with Carlos? He had to leave behind his honor and dignity to beg Carlos for it. I don't think that's gonna work again."

"What?!" Portia exclaimed in shock. "You're lying! Hayden, I know what's on your mind. You want your beloved woman to live a happy life. You don't want Mr. Huo to abandon her for me, do you?"

Hayden looked at his sister in disbelief. 'Is this really my sweet sibling anymore? Is she possessed by the devil or something?'

Before he could say anything more, Portia grabbed her purse and stormed out of his office.

As soon as she walked out of the building, her phone beeped. She had received some WeChat messages.

In a group chat on WeChat, someone had sent a message saying the wife of some high-ranking official was holding a tea party and asked whether they had received the invitations.

Portia cast a casual glance at the pink invitation, which lay abandoned on the passenger seat of her car, and snorted. 'It's just a tea party. Why are they so excited about it?' she thought.