Debbie became even more suspicious. It was almost Like Carlos regained his memory, but since he


    denied it, she wasn’t sure.


    Damon and Kinsley followed Carlos to the balcony.


    “Sounds Like a n,”


    Kinsley said. Damon tagged along, both men getting out packs of cigarettes and banging it against


    their fingers to pack the nicotine


    On the balcony


    Clutching the rail as tightly as he could, Carlos looked far into the night, mes of rage burning in his


    deep eyes


    “James! Damn you! How dare you frame my wife and harm my child! I’UL send you to hell with my bare


    hands!* he swore in his mind, clenching his jaw.


    Kinsley approached him, patting him on his shoulder.


    “Thought you wereing out here to smoke. Need a cigarette?”


    Damon pulled out a cigarette from his pack and Lit it.


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    “You don’t have cigarettes? Then just watch us.”


    Damon had just taken a drag when Carlos suddenly red at him. The horrible look in Carlos’ eyes


    sent a chill down his spine. Damon almost choked on the drag he took.


    “Hey, man you okay? What’s wrong? Quit scaring me.”


    Out of the blue, Carlos took a step forward and grabbed Damon’s cor.


    Kinsley was taken aback.


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    “Why didn’t you do anything to help Debbie while I was unconscious? You even trash talked her!


    Damon, I did nothing to you. Why did you do me like that?” Carlos confronted Damon in an icy-cold


    voice.


    Damon was shocked, his mouth agape. As a result, the cigarette between his Lips dropped onto the


    floor, embers scattering on the concrete. But he was too busy being scared to care. Kinsley stepped on


    it to put it out.


    “C-Carlos…do you have your memory back?” Damon stammered.


    Carlos said nothing, but kept ring at him.


    Yet his silence spoke volumes. Now, Damon was sure that Carlos’ memory came back when it looked


    Like he was in pain. He was genuinely happy for his friend. He wanted to wee the old Carlos back,


    but it looked he was pissed at him.


    “Hey, buddy, listen. It was your dad…no…James’ fault. He Lied to us. It wasn’t that I didn’t help


    Debbie. I was cheated by that sly fox too. It’s not my fault!”


    But his exnation didn’t help. Carlos tightened his grip on his cor and spat coldly, “James will pay


    for what he did. And you,


    Wesley, Stephanie… Anyone who messed with my wife…bullied her, trash-talked her, you guys are


    toast.” Megan was lucky. She died before he got his memory back. Or else, she would find out there


    were fates worse than death.


    It wasn’t the first time that Damon had seen Carlos wear a mask of cruelty. It was the same mask he


    wore when he dealt with his enemies.