Chapter: 177


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    “Who is that woman?” one man asked.


    “Who knows? Why is Carlos carrying her?” another responded.


    When he passed by Jared, Carlos kicked him in the sheen and said, “How dare you to let her drink so


    much! And on your watch!”


    Jared howled in pain and blurted, “I couldn’t stop her—” And then came another kick, this one more


    excruciating than the previous one.


    “Ouch!


    I’LL stop! I’l stop talking! Just stop kicking. Gosh! It hurts.”


    While Jared was jabbering, Carlos gave him a stern Look and he shut up so quickly as if there were an


    OFF button on his mouth which had just been pressed. ‘Damn it, ‘ Jared cursed in his heart. He had


    never been in such a humiliating situation. The entire set of onlookers stared at him with pity.


    When Carlos was carrying her out of the bar, Debbie slightly raised her head from Carlos’ shoulder and


    mouthed, “Sorry,” to Jared.


    The boy snorted and turned his head away. He didn’t seem to care anymore. ‘It’s all because of her. I


    told her not to drink. Ow, my leg.


    Ow, my groin. It damn hurts. Even my old man has never kicked me this hard.


    Carlos, if I ever get a chance to hold you in the palm of my hand, I’UL make you grovel and call me


    grandpa. Mind you! Hahaha, that would be fantastic! ‘


    As Jared was immersed in his fantasy, Carlos suddenly turned and Looked at him suspiciously. The


    smirk on the boy’s face disappeared instantly and he ran away like a deer escaping a Lion in one


    piece.


    Tristan had been waiting for Carlos by the car outside the bar all the while. When he saw himing


    out of the bar with a woman in his arms, he was surprised. But after a careful stare, he opened the door


    of the backseat respectfully.


    Debbie started pretending to be asleep the moment she was carried into the car, but after a while, she


    actually dozed off. The car got filled with the stink of liquor. It didn’t take a genius to figure out how


    much Debbie had drunk.


    Debbie was so deep asleep she didn’t even realize when they arrived at the vi. Suddenly, she was


    frozen to her core. She woke up to find herself in the tub and cold water was being sprayed on her


    body. She shuddered.


    “Carlos, this is uncalled for!” she shouted angrily.


    “Awake?” Carlos tried to contain his anger with great difficulty.


    Debbie wiped the remaining drops of water off her face. When she opened her eyes, she noticed that


    there were tens of dors scattered on the floor. She felt disgusted seeing hard-earned money being


    dumped. Carlos might not care but she did. She stood up and walked out of the tub in her drenched


    clothes.


    It might not be a lot of money, but it meant something for her.


    Especially, considering the murderous res Carlos had been shooting at her repeatedly, it wouldn’t be


    exaggerated to say that she had earned that money with her life.


    Watching her pick up the notes one by one, Carlos didn’t stop her. When she was done, he said, “Go


    get changed.”


    Huh?”


    “We’re going somewhere.”


    Debbie tried to deduce something from the man’s face, but frustrated at his poker face, she had to nod.


    When she got dressed and walked out of her bedroom, Carlos was already waiting downstairs.