"Drive this woman out!"
"Throw this woman into the sea!"
When he doesn't know Debbie Nelson's true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her.
"Mr. Hilton, she is your wife," Carlos' secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, "why didn't you tell me earlier?"
From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.
Protagonist:
Carlos,Debbie,Wesley,Blair,Sheffield, Matthew,Evelyn,Erica
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Take My Breath Away
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Chapter 2 The Elusive Carlos
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