Damon drew a tile and chipped in sullenly, “It’s not like Carlos is short of money. No! That’s ridiculous. I


    suspect, the person driving him hard is his wife. You know how demanding somedies can be.” The


    tongue-in-cheek way he phrased his words left everyone in stitches. But


    Damon ignored the giggles and carried on.


    “Only she can throw him into a vortex of emotions.”


    Although Damon was known for his wise cracks, Curtis took him seriously on what he had just said. He


    discarded two dots and with a curious gaze at Carlos, inquired, “What did Debbie do to get on your


    nerves this time?”


    Carlos took a puff on his cigarette and blew the smoke forcefully, betraying his inner tension. Amid the


    fumes, he opened his mouth as if to say something, but no words escaped his mouth


    Noticing that mood around the ce, Megan, somewhat embarrassed, excused herself.


    “Uncle Carlos, maybe I should go home. You have fun with your friends,” she said in a shaky voice


    In her pockets where nobody could see, her hands had been balled into fists. ‘These people…Huh!


    Now they are all on Debbie’s side. It looks like that woman is taking my ce in their hearts. No! I won’t


    have any of that bullcrap!*


    But while she cursed inside and was about to leave, Carlos ordered her to sit down. Without saying it,


    he thought to himself, ‘I have ignored


    Debbie for seven days, and now she knows that I brought Megan with me to this ce. I don’t believe


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    For all I care, I’d silently standby and watch her level this booth to the ground, if she broke in here, right


    now. I just want to know she cares.’


    Just then, someone started to kick the door of the booth from outside.


    “Hell no!” he murmured, fearing Debbie had indeede to fulfill his silent wishes. But when the door


    finally burst open, a group of men noisily stormed in. The women in the booth were scared stiff.


    “Policemen?” Colleen wondered loudly.


    The men ying mahjong only paused for a second at themotion. Then ignoring the intruders,


    they calmly went on with their activity.


    A young policeman feeling insulted by the way his team’s arrival was casually ignored raised his gun


    and shouted, “Police! Stop what you are doing right now! Someone reported that you were gambling.”


    “Gambling?’ The four mahjong yers were amused.


    Damon Looked at Wesley, who was wearing casual clothes. Then he gave a wicked smile.


    “Which of you has the surname Hilton?” the young policeman roared.


    ‘Hilton?’ ALl of Carlos’ friends shifted their eyes to look at the shameless intruder.


    The enthusiastic cop continued, “Someone reported under their real name that the person with the


    surname Hilton was doing an illegal transaction and activity here. Pleasee with us. And the Lady


    beside you.” The young policeman turned to Megan and asked, “Miss, what do you do? Where do you


    go to work? How did you two meet? How long have you known each other?”


    Megan’s face turned pale with embarrassment. Everyone could tell that the policeman thought she was


    a prostitute


    “Plbbt! Ha ha.” Damon burst into Laughter.


    Even Curtis and Wesley, who were much more unppable, found it hard to stifle theirughter. Clearly,


    the police were there for Carlos


    Reporting him for doing illegal activity and Megan for prostitution…