Chapter: 61


    The night was gettingte and the sky became darker. The nightplemented the extravagance each


    vi gave off. It was perfectly clear what kind of people lived in the area, he thought, people who were


    far different from him.


    Knowing this, he lowered his head to look at Debbie. ‘Many people worked so hard in their whole lives


    but couldn’t afford such vis


    Yet, she lives here? Who exactly is she?” he wondered.


    Even then, she had been surrounded by rumors in school. However, he had never believed in any of


    them. Rumors such as Debbie was a mistress, that she was a lesbian, none of these he chose to


    believe. For him, they were nothing but nonsense. Clouded with these thoughts, he didn’t notice that


    they had already reached their destination.


    As they reached her vi’s porch, he tried to carry her near the door.


    Even before he could reach the doorbell, a limo came into a halt with shing signals.


    Immediately, a distinguished-looking man in a white shirt got out of the car from the back seat, casting


    him cold looks.


    ‘Who is this arrogant man?‘ he thought, furrowing his brows. ‘Does he know Debbie? What is his


    rtionship with her?’ More questions popped into Gregory’s head.


    Without taking a second nce, the man continued to head towards the vi. Gregory examined him


    up and down, trying to figure out who he was. The man looked familiar, he thought, but his face didn’t


    ring a bell. His alluring posture gave him a feeling that he was someone he shouldn’t associate with.


    On the other hand, the man walked straight towards the vi. As he was about to get in, Gregory called


    out hastily, “Hello, mister.” Puzzled,


    Carlos turned his head and looked into the young man’s eyes, not uttering a single word.


    “Good evening, mister. I know this might sound forwards, but what is your rtionship with Debbie?” he


    asked, gathering all his courage.


    Thinking that he could be her brother, he asked politely. Little did he know his real rtionship with


    Debbie.


    Carlos’ eyes widened when he heard her name. It was only until then did he notice that the girl


    wrapped in his arms was his wife, Debbie.


    Stunned from the stated she was in, “What happened to her?” he asked as he walked his way towards


    Gregory and Debbie. As Carlos moved towards them, immediately, Gregory felt the intimidating and


    arrogant aura pressing towards him. It was an aura that only older, mature men possessed. The way


    he walked looked even prominent for Gregory.


    “He seems concerned for her, ‘ he thought. ‘I must be right. He must be


    Debbie’s brother.’ Carlos reached out his hand to pull her towards him.


    Obediently, Gregory understood and handed her to him and said, “One of our ssmates threw a


    birthday party. She must’ve drunk more than she could handle.” “Why drink more than you could


    handle?” Carlos said, pulling Debbie towards him. Now that the man was near, Gregory took a close


    look at him and knew that he was someone well-off.


    As he pulled her in, a strong stench filled his nose. Carlos winced in disgust from both Debbie’s smell


    and the sight of her wasted state.


    “Are you her ssmate?” he suddenly asked in a deep tone, furrowing his brows.


    Politely, Gregory nodded and answered with a smile, “Yes I am. I should’ve taken good care of her.”


    After saying this, he looked around and noticed the night getting darker.


    “Well, brother, I should better take my leave. Have a good night then.”


    “Brother? Who is he referring to? Me?” Carlos raised one of his brows.


    No longer bothering by what he meant, he returned a nod to the young man and carried Debbie


    towards the vi.


    As soon as he stepped inside, Debbie, who was in his arms, started to be restless. Her cheeks


    were crimson red, and the scent of alcohol dominated over her. At this sight, Carlos‘ face ckened


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