Carlos’ eyes darkened, his disdainful expression frozen in ce.


    Suddenly, he stood up from his seat and threw his ss to the wall with all his might as if trying to vent


    his frustration.


    As soon as the ss hit the wall, it was shattered to pieces, scattering shards across the floor. No one


    dared to utter another word after that.


    Niles stroked his hair to conceal his nervousness. He had known Carlos for many years, but this was


    the first time he had seen him like this.


    Carlos had a long face even before he entered the private booth. And now, he Looked Like a ferocious


    lion about to tear its prey apart.


    Wesley got off the phone and stopped Carlos from kicking the table in anger.


    “Carlos, calm down!”


    Carlos shook off his arm, pulled out his tie and threw it onto the sofa. He then grabbed Curtis’ ss


    and gulped it down in one go.


    Curtis looked at his empty ss in Carlos’ hand and thought, ‘Carlos aren’t you a germophobe?’


    He grabbed a bottle of liquor and waved it before Carlos.


    “Let’s get some of the hard stuff.”


    Carlos nodded, cast a freezing nce at his friends and said, “No one will be allowed to leave today.”


    The others rolled their eyes secretly and cursed inwardly, ‘Carlos, do you have to be so bossy?”


    Damon nudged at Curtis with his elbow and whispered, “Why would you ask him to drink liquor? Now


    we’ll have to drink with him. Don’t you know that my wife won’t Let me touch her if I go home drunk?


    Damn it, man!”


    Curtis chuckled and patted Damon on the back.


    “Seriously? You’re just boasting in front of him because Carlos won’t be able to hug his woman


    regardless of whether he is drunk or sober as a nun.”


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    Damon snapped, “Well, if he wants to hug his woman, I’LL call Stephanie over so that he can hug her


    as long as he wants.”


    Curtis poured a ss of liquor, suppressing his urge to kick Damon, and put it on the table.


    “You think he wants to hug Stephanie?”


    “Not Stephanie? He’s missing Pepper Debbie? That’s nonsense. He’s already engaged to Stephanie,”


    Damon retorted in disbelief.


    “Damon!” Carlos called out his name in anger.


    “What’s up, dude?” Damon casually turned to look at Carlos, as if he had no idea of what was going on.


    “Our Singapore branch is in dire need of a regional president. I think your wife will be perfect for that


    position,” Carlos said in a calm voice.


    “What? No! Carlos, no, Carlos. You know I can’t leave Alorith right now. You can’t separate us Like


    that.” Anxious, Damon stood up, picked up the ss of Liquor Curtis had just poured, and sat next to


    Carlos


    Carlos had his eyes shut tight.