Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 352

When Debbie saw Carlos' gloomy face, her mind went blank for a moment. "Oh, it's you, old man. No, you can't be here. I must have made a mistake." 'He should be enjoying his girlfriend's company right now. Does he have time for me?' conflicting thoughts ran through her mind.

With her eyes closed, she leaned against his chest, smelling his enchanting scent.

"Where to, Mr. Huo?" asked Carlos' assistant, who was ready in the driver's seat.

For the six months he had been on the job, he had never seen Carlos hug another woman besides Stephanie. This was a first.

Carlos was quiet for a moment. He looked out the window, stroked his brow and said, "Go to Champs Bay Apartments."

"Yes, Mr. Huo."

The car pulled into Champs Bay Apartments in about ten minutes, where on arrival, Carlos' phone rang. A call from Curtis.

"Hi," he answered at once.

"Carlos, Jared told me he couldn't find Debbie. Do you know where she is?" While Jared anxiously looked for her, Debbie had left her phone on the couch at the club. In his frantic efforts to find her, he had called Curtis.

"Yes, I do," Carlos replied faintly.

"Good. Jared said she was drunk. Take care of her, OK?" said Curtis, feeling relieved.

"Alright."

Elsewhere, Jared was still worried. Only after Curtis called back and told him about her whereabouts did he get some rest.

'How did Carlos take her so quietly? He is like a ghost, ' Jared reflected.

With Debbie gone and Kasie dead drunk, there was no fun in the club for him. He decided to leave. The bill would cost him a fortune, though. He went to the manager. "Good fellow, tell me, how long will I have to wash the dishes here to pay the bill?"

The manager smiled politely. "You wouldn't be able to pay off even if you washed the dishes here for 20 years. Mr. Han, you'd better pay the bill directly."

"Fine. Call this guy. He is my brother. Tell him I ran away, and ask him to settle up." Jared hadn't spoken to Damon for a long time.

Damon wouldn't get ripped off willingly, not to mention the bill was ridiculously high. He called Jared. Yet Jared said calmly, "In the past years, as the elder brother, you didn't take care of me at all. Just consider this bill as your way to make up for it."

"Jared, you son of a bitch. Are you talking as if you were a baby in the last three years? Are you crazy, or something? Take care of you, my foot!" Damon cursed.

"If I am a son of a bitch, you are too. Anyway, that's beside the point. Thing is, either you pay or I'll call Adriana and tell her last week you went to dinner with two other women. Those supermodels you seemed head over heels about. The ball is in your court," Jared threatened.

The blackmail worked like magic. Without further ado, Damon caved in. "You evil little son of a bitch!" he cursed again. The dinner with the supermodels was an official event. A normal part of business for him, and entirely public, with so many people present.

But Jared made it sound like some clandestine affair. What angered Damon more was that he was already married and had better things to attend to than babysitting a whole grown up, a party animal who couldn't fund his extravagant lifestyle. "Then you are the older son of a bitch. You are my brother, you have to help me out. Moreover, you are already married. I'm not. I have to save up for my wedding. Okay, my dear brother? Catch you later," Jared retorted.

"Bullshit!" Damon cursed when he looked at his phone only to find that Jared had hung up on him.

Adriana was woken up by his cursing. Rubbing her eyes, she looked at her angry husband and asked with concern, "What's going on? Who has pissed you off this much? What happened?"

"It's nothing. Go back to sleep." Angrily, he put his phone away and went to bed again.

After Adriana fell asleep again, he texted his assistant and told him to bring the money to Jared.

Meanwhile, Carlos walked into the elevator with Debbie in his arms. He pressed "7".