Debbie waited for Carlos at the food section. She thought that he would finish his talks soon, but after


    waiting for a long while, he still hadn’t shown up. Even Curtis hade back after he was done


    socializing with the other guests.


    As they waited, a man ran through the crowd and made his way to Debbie.


    “Debbie, something is wrong. Carlos and Stephanie went upstairs to a hotel room just now.” Debbie


    recognized the man as one of Tristan’s helpers. Without a second thought, she shot to her feet and


    rushed towards the elevator.


    Colleen grabbed hold of her wrist.


    “Debbie, calm down. We’reing with you.”


    Debbie turned around to look at both Colleen and Curtis. With them by her side, she found her


    composure. She trusted Carlos. He would never do anything to hurt her.


    The three of them followed the man into the elevator and went to the seventeenth floor of the hotel.


    Tristan was already waiting in front of Room 1710. When he saw Debbie, he quickly walked up to her


    and reported in a low voice, “Carlos and


    A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y


    Stephanie went into the room a minute ago.”


    Staring at the closed door, Debbie questioned, “Just the two of them?”


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    Tristan hesitated for a second before answering honestly, “Yes. But


    Debbie, please don’t worry. I’m sure that Carlos has his reasons.”


    Debbie walked closer to the door. Suddenly, they heard Stephanie’s shriek from inside the room.


    Everyone outside the door was startled.


    Since it was a screaming from a room where a man and a woman were alone, they couldn’t tell


    whether it was a shriek of fear or…pleasure.


    Curtis patted on Debbie’s shoulder tofort her. He had asked someone to fetch the room key.


    Shortly, a waiter hurried towards them with the master key. He swiped the key card on the lock and


    opened the door ajar.


    Debbie froze the moment she saw what was happening inside the room. So did Curtis and Colleen.


    Stephanie was lying on her back on the king-sized bed, her dress disheveled, while Carlos was


    standing beside the bed, neatly dressed.


    His hand was tightly gripped around Stephanie’s neck, strangling the woman. His eyes were Like those


    of a demon’s, cold and bloody.


    Stephanie’s face had turned a bright red as she struggled to breathe.


    When she heard the noise from the doorway, she crazily iled her right arm, asking for help, from


    whosoever.


    With his back to the door, Carlos didn’t give a damn about who hade in. All he wanted to do at that


    moment was strangle Stephanie to death.


    Snapping back to reality, Debbie hastily rushed to the edge of the bed.


    She grabbed Carlos’ arm to stop him.


    “Carlos, no!”