“Hey, bro. It’s rather smoky in here. Isn’t there a smoke detector in your office?”


    Before Carlos could respond, Damon spotted something and approached him.


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    “Wow! Guys, look at his Lip! Who had the guts to bite you? It had to be your wife. She used to be so


    wild.”


    “Looks Like he’s in a bad mood. I wouldn’t tease him,” said Curtis. He knew Carlos well, and he felt he


    should remind Damon. He didn’t want


    Damon to get hurt if Carlos flew off the handle.


    He sat on the couch and fixed his eyes on Carlos, wondering why he looked so upset.


    Wesley and Megan sat opposite Curtis, and both of them stared at


    Carlos, who had just tapped his cigarette on the ashtray to get rid of the cherry. He still sat wreathed in


    smoke


    Carlos remained silent as if he didn’t hear Damon.


    Curtis crossed his legs gracefully and adjusted his sses.


    “We heard you came back from New York, so we came here to meet you. Where’s


    Debbie? In the manor?” he asked.


    At the mention of his wife, Carlos still remained quiet.


    The rest of them looked at each other, puzzled


    “Hey, bro! Did you have a fight with your wife?” Damon pried.


    Curtis couldn’t keep his cool any Longer. He stood up from the couch and came up to Carlos.


    “You two were fine when I called you yesterday.


    What happened?”


    Still, Carlos said nothing. At this moment, his phone rang, and it was


    Emmett calling.


    They couldn’t hear what Emmett said. Carlos just uttered a few words and then hung up.


    Silence nketed the office again. Megan walked towards Carlos, and coughed because of the acrid


    smell of tobo.


    “Uncle Carlos, did you guys fight because of what happened that evening?” she asked in a concerned


    voice.


    While shaking his head, Carlos stood up from his seat, walked past


    Megan and stood in front of Wesley.