Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Chapter 525 Gobi Desert

Women were attracted to a great guy like Curtis. So Carlos knew just how to get back at him.

Curtis was stunned for a moment. He tried desperately to recall what happened. One of his female colleagues fell sick that night and he drove her to the hospital. Was that a month ago? He barely remembered. As he pondered this, his phone rang. Obviously, his wife.

He got nervous even though he was completely innocent. Just like Ivan, Curtis hurried outside as he picked up the phone. Everyone knew that Carlos could easily stir up trouble for them, no matter how good they were. Carlos knew exactly what to say.

Seeing how Carlos dealt with Ivan and Curtis, Damon got frightened. He leaped up from the bed and excused himself. "Oh, crap! I forget to pick up some formula for my son. I should get going now!"

Wesley reminded him icily, "Your son's off formula. He has been for awhile." This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Damon nodded, embarrassed, "Yeah, I mean, um, my daughter."

The other men all fell silent. They watched Damon rush out of Carlos' bedroom.

Jared was always afraid of Carlos. And now, even more. He'd been quite the playboy before settling down. If Carlos mentioned any one of his ex-girlfriends to Sasha, she wouldn't go easy on him. So Jared jumped out of bed. When he got to the door, he shouted, "Damon! Wait for me! Can I get a lift?" He zoomed out of the bedroom and caught up to his brother.

Now, only the single men were left in Carlos' bedroom.

Kinsley had a fiancee, but she never made any bones about the women around him. Let Carlos call.

Carlos stared at him with a mysterious smile. "Kinsley."

His smile gave Kinsley goose bumps. He responded, "What?"

"Five years ago...do you remember your brother's wife? Do you remember flirting with her? They weren't married then. You even tried to split them up, told her that he was in love with another woman..."

"Stop!" Kinsley widened his eyes in panic. How would Carlos know about this?

It was just a misunderstanding. But if Yates heard about it, he'd go apeshit. Might even break his legs! "Okay, I get it. I'm gone!"

The bigshot star turned on his heels and left as quickly as he could.

Niles trembled with fear as he saw his friends leave one by one. But what could Carlos do? He had no girlfriend, no wife. What did Carlos have up his sleeve?

"Niles." Carlos smirked.

Niles returned him a smile. "H-hi, Mr. Huo..."

The CEO leisurely lit a cigarette and looked at Wesley. "Wesley, your brother saw Blair once before she went missing. He probably knows where she is."

What a clever idea! He killed two birds with one stone.

Now Wesley dragged Niles outside while warning, "You asshole, if you don't tell me where she is, I swear I'll kick the crap out of you!"

"No, Wesley...I don't know... Ouch! Not in the face!" Niles' shrieks reverberated throughout the manor.

There were four men left, including Carlos. Dixon slowly came and stood by his boss. Decker and Xavier were still sitting on the bed.

Xavier said confidently, "Hey, I don't see what you can do to me. I'm not married, no sister-in-law. I'd love to see you try something."

Carlos took a drag on the smoke and blew it out. "From your lips, to God's ears."

Xavier furrowed his brows.

Then, Carlos took out his phone again and dialed a number. "Hi, is this Xavier's grandpa? It's me, Carlos. Yeah, I got married today...Thank you. But that's not why I called. Ever wonder why Xavier refuses to get married or go on any blind dates? Well, you don't need to worry. He and his boyfriend are quite happy."

"Damn you, Carlos!" Xavier cussed bluntly. He lunged at him and snatched the phone away. "Hi Grandpa. Yeah, I know what he said, and he's a liar. This is slander. I'm a lawyer, and I'll..."

His grandfather was so loud, you could hear him quite clearly, even if you didn't have the phone to your ear. "That's not the point! No wonder you never liked the girls I introduced to you. You come back right now! Obviously I wasn't strict enough."

'Oh no...' Xavier felt a chill go down his spine when he thought of what kind of punishment that would be. Depressed, he glared at the man who was smoking calmly, made a rude gesture, and said resolutely, "Up yours, you jerk! Find your wife yourself!" He threw the phone at him before leaving the bedroom.

Decker casually lay on the connubial bed and put his hands under his head. He watched the show nonchalantly. This was better than TV.

Carlos tapped his cigarette on the ashtray, shedding the cherry. "Decker, where is my wife?"

His voice wasn't as cold as it was earlier. Instead, he sounded rather polite.

Decker was surprised. He cocked his brows and asked, "Is this a trap?"

Carlos didn't respond. He shifted his gaze to Dixon and instructed, "Bring me the file."

Dixon made his way to Carlos' study and found the file. He grabbed it, walked in, and handed it to Carlos. After quickly flipping through the papers, Carlos gestured for Dixon to hand it to Decker.

Putting out the cigarette, Carlos said curtly, "How does 20 percent shares in the Lu Group sound?"

Hearing him, Decker immediately sat up on the bed and carefully read the file. It was the stock transfer agreement, and it was in Debbie's name now.

Without raising his head, Decker spat out, "She left this evening."

Carlos frowned deeply. "Where?"

Decker didn't answer, because there was still one thing that Carlos hadn't done for him yet. 'Come on, big guy, get it...'

The CEO understood what his silence meant. He added, "Dixon Shu, Zelda Ye, Chester Mu and two other assistants of mine will help you until you achieve your goal."

Decker was surprised to hear those names. Those were all business elites of ZL Group. Carlos had assigned all those talented people to help him—no—to help Debbie, to be exact.

Immediately, Decker got out of bed and began to remove the bed sheet, while prattling on. "Niles knows that you're a clean freak, so before he climbed onto your bed, he took three times as long in the shower. And you see? We just lay on this red bed sheet on top of your bed, and I'm taking it off. So we didn't really make your bed dirty."

Carlos snorted, "Is this Niles' idea?"

"Yes."

"Huh! You can stop now. Ask the housemaids to come up and change the bedding!" Even if Niles showered all day, Carlos still would think he was dirty.

He stood up from his chair and pushed it back, sighing heavily. Tonight was supposed to be his happy wedding night, but his wife wasn't here. He felt quite alone.

When Decker walked to the doorway, he turned around and blurted out, "She's in the Gobi Desert."

When Carlos finally found Debbie, she was riding a camel in the desert, singing loudly. She wore a hat and sunglasses, but he'd recognize that long, red scarf anywhere. He secured his bandana and goggles, and snuck up behind her. He grabbed the handle on the saddle and climbed onboard as well. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and said, "Hey honey, I found you."

Breathing in his familiar scent, Debbie was stunned for a while. 'Much better than the musk of the camel, ' she thought. Coming back to her senses, she tilted her head and looked at the man behind her. "I just got on this thing. How did you find me so quickly?"

To get to the Gobi Desert, it took her 16 hours on a plane, then a couple hours' ride on a high-speed train, and then a slow-going bus.

However, she had just now gotten on a camel and magically, Carlos was here too. How could it be possible?

"I came straight here in my private plane," he said with a smile. Of course, that would save him a lot of time.