Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 681

A bitter smile appeared on Curtis' face as he said from the other end of the line, "Wesley, I'm telling the truth."

Wesley didn't know how to respond.

He hung up the call and rushed towards Carlos' manor with a dozen soldiers in tow. On the way, he prayed that Curtis was just making fun of him and that Carlos was safe and sound.

"Wesley, you must help Debbie!" Wesley remembered what Blair had asked him.

And he had promised her that he would do everything in his power. He would do whatever Blair asked of him.

When he reached the gate of the manor, Curtis and Debbie were already there, but the guards had stopped them from going in.

After a quick assessment of the situation, Wesley and his men barged into the manor.

The decoration inside made Wesley's heart skip a beat—the traditional black and white funerary couplet, the mourning hall, Carlos' black and white portrait... Carlos was...dead.

Before Wesley could learn anything more about the accident, Debbie received a phone call and left the manor in a hurry. Although he wanted to help her, he had no chance to offer her his assistance.

Wesley had to ask James.

It took him some time to accept the fact that Carlos was really gone. He swore to himself that he was going to find out the truth. At that moment, Curtis' phone rang. It was from Debbie.

Over the phone, she told Curtis that she had lied to everyone. She said she had divorced Carlos after knowing his death and was leaving Y City with her new boyfriend. Wesley, who was standing beside Curtis, heard every word.

He was so pissed off that he broke into curses near Curtis' phone so that Debbie could hear him. He felt bad for his best friend who had been so nice to this ungrateful woman. He also pitied Blair who had asked him to help Debbie.

What made him angrier was that Debbie shamelessly blamed him for stopping her from seeking her own happiness. Wesley was shocked by her heartless words.

Later, when Wesley and Curtis stepped into the living room of the villa, they saw James comforting Tabitha, who was crying bitterly over her son. Wesley went over to them and said, "Uncle James, I will look into the accident and find out—"

James interrupted him and stated in a sad voice, "Wesley, Curtis. Carlos was fortunate to have friends like you. But please, let me handle this. Carlos was my son, and as his father, let me avenge his death. I will kill that son of a bitch."

Wesley was hesitant. He still didn't want to give up on the matter. "I think it will be easier and faster if I investigate it. Uncle James, Aunt Tabitha, you need to take good care of yourselves right now. I will look into everything and I swear that no one will get away with it."

James shook his head. "Wesley, I know that you are desperate to find the hit-and-run driver too. But, I'm Carlos' father. I must find out the truth myself. You understand my position, don't you?"

Since James insisted, Wesley and Curtis had to give up.

When Wesley arrived at his apartment that evening, Blair was still waiting for him. When she saw him enter, she went over and asked in an anxious voice, "How did it go? How's Debbie?"

Wesley was still in a horrible mood because of his friend's death. Besides, Debbie was now the most hateful woman in his mind. He spat angrily, "Debbie Nian? Carlos was always so nice to her, yet she ended up being an ungrateful bitch."

Blair was startled. "What did she do? Wesley, there must be some misunderstanding!"

Leaning back on the sofa, Wesley closed his eyes wearily. "There is no misunderstanding. You were fooled by her innocent appearance. We all were. Carlos died protecting her. But a minute after his death, she demanded a divorce. They haven't even buried him yet, but she already has a new boyfriend." He paused for a moment and then added through gritted teeth, "She better run and hide. If I ever find her, she won't leave unharmed."

Wesley knew how much Carlos had loved and doted on Debbie.

But now that he was gone, Debbie finally revealed her true colors. How Wesley wished he could strangle her to death!

"But that doesn't make any sense," Blair said in confusion. "Mr. Huo is gone. Debbie doesn't need a divorce. She is single now. Why would she insist on divorcing him after his death?"