Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 325

There were times Debbie felt Elsie spoiled Piggy even more than she herself did. Before ending the video chat, she told Piggy over and over to be a good girl and not make too much trouble for Elsie.

Lying on the bed, Debbie stared at the ceiling. She replayed memories of things that happened three years ago in her head, not to mention the events of the past few days. It was then that she hatched a plan.

She wanted to carry out her plan right away, but she had spent a terrible restless night in her car the night before, so she decided to nap first.

Debbie didn't wake up until well into the afternoon. Leaning on the headboard, she grabbed her phone from the nightstand and made a phone call. "Hi, Bree, it's me, Debbie. Yeah. Listen, you know some private detectives in Y City, right? Any of them good? I know. Don't worry about the cash. I'm good for it. But they need to be discreet. Yeah, this needs to be kept secret. Okay, thanks. Next time, dinner on me. Bye."

The young mother had barely hung up before a notification came in on her phone. Bree texted Debbie a number, quicker than she thought. Debbie hesitated a little before dialing it. "Hi, Mr. Wu. I'm a friend of Bree's. Could you do a background check on James Huo, and what would that cost me?"

She spent the whole afternoon calling people. She was on her phone even after the sun had set and dinnertime was approaching.

Finally, she called up Ivan. He was browsing advertisement opportunities, figuring out which ones were the best ones for his employees. "Hi, Ivan, you back in Z Country?" Debbie asked.

"Yeah. I stopped off to spend some time with Piggy. Now I'm on my way to the office. How are things with you?" Ivan asked.

"A little dicey. Ever consider doing business in Y City?" Debbie asked. After she saw Carlos, she realized that things were way more difficult than she thought. It would take quite a bit of doing to win him back.

Ivan stopped what he was doing. "You do know what could happen if you're recognized, right?" he asked Debbie.

"Yeah, I do. But—"

"Hey, I'm the boss of the company. It won't fall apart just because you're not here. I'll miss you, but I know you need time," he interrupted.

Debbie was so moved her eyes reddened. "Thanks, Ivan."

"Don't thank me yet. I need a favor."

Debbie was glad that she could be of any help. He'd done so much for her, and she felt the only thing she could do was try and crank out the hits. "What kind of favor?"

"My mom's driving me crazy. Tell her I like you so that she'll get off my back."

Debbie hesitated. Then she said, "But she knows I'm in Y City for Piggy's dad..."

"It's okay as long as she doesn't know who I really like."

"All right then," she agreed. The person Ivan really liked was someone special.

"One more thing: if things between you and Carlos reach a dead end, I might need something else—a sham marriage. It's just for show, and we can divorce whenever you want," Ivan added.

The other end of phone was silent for some time.

"You're quiet. Doesn't sound like you want to," he mused. Debbie shook her head.

"No, no, it's just that...it's so sudden. Ivan, how long can you keep lying to your mom? You can't hide it forever."

"As long as I can. I'll tell her the truth when it's time. My brother's older, so I don't have to worry about continuing the bloodline." Ivan's elder brother was 35 years old with a son and a daughter.

Debbie admired Ivan's decisiveness. "Good. It's settled then.

Don't worry, I won't keep bugging you about it. If you and Carlos get back together, I'll find someone else."