Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 369

"Ask Osmin Feng to come here and drive me back to the office. Stay here and deal with this collision," Carlos ordered coldly.

"But... the other driver is Miss Nian," Frankie replied. Considering their history, he figured he'd better let his boss know.

'Debbie Nian?'

Carlos was surprised. 'Why does she keep popping into my life like this?'

While Frankie was letting Carlos know what was going on, Debbie raised her head to look. It was not until then that she realized she had hit Carlos' Scaldarsi Emperor.

She slapped her forehead remorsefully. 'Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Why couldn't I have been more careful? Carlos hates me so much right now. He'll think I did it for attention.

Ouch! My head!' She forgot she hit the steering wheel.

The front bumper of her car was destroyed while the Emperor only suffered a dent. 'I guess you get what you pay for.

The Emperor is worth nearly ten million. The repairs will probably cost me a mil easy.

Damn! If this had happened a few days ago, I might have gotten off scot free. He hates me now, so who knows how much I'll have to pay?'

When Frankie was conferring with Carlos, Debbie waited nervously and imagined all kinds of possibilities.

A few minutes later, Frankie was back. "Miss Nian, let's pull over first," he suggested.

"Okay," she agreed. It was only logical. They were causing traffic to back up behind them, so the best thing would be to get off the road. Debbie got back in her car, followed the Emperor to a parking lot, and pulled over.

Carlos never left the car. Frankie was the one who talked to Debbie about the accident.

"Miss Nian, the repairs will total more than a million. I'm afraid I need you to accompany me to the garage. While time is money, Mr. Huo will let it go this time," Frankie said, a little embarrassed to mention a price to Debbie, since he knew Debbie and Carlos knew each other.

"More than a million..." Debbie uttered desperately. She didn't have that kind of money.

She had spent most of what she did have on some pretty important things.

"Carlos is in the car, isn't he?" she asked Frankie, pointing at the Emperor.

Unsure what she was up to, Frankie didn't answer.

With a sigh, Debbie approached the Emperor and tapped on the car window.

The window lowered, and Carlos was busy shuffling through some files, his cellphone propped up against the seat. "Speak," he demanded without bothering to look up.

"Mr. Huo, money is tight. Can I give you an IOU?"

Carlos put the files down and turned to her. "Let me guess: Hayden's too poor to afford repairs?" he asked sarcastically.

"Hayden? Who said anything about him?" She was confused.

"Stop wasting my time. Frankie's in charge of this. Talk to him."

Carlos was about to roll up the window when Debbie placed her hands on top of the glass to stop him. "Wait. How about I sleep with you and you let it go?" she said in earnest.

"No!" Carlos retorted with a frown, his face a mask of disgust.

'Do you have to be so harsh?' Debbie rolled her eyes.

"That's a lot of money. Maybe ZL Group can issue me a credit card with a high credit limit. Then I can pay you with it. And afterwards I pay off the card."