Chapter 66 Appease Your Husband


    The manager of the bar freaked out. He signaled the bodyguards and said to Jared apologetically, "I''m


    sorry, Mr. Han, but I wouldn''t dare to offend the person seated upstairs even if I had ten lives to gamble


    with. I''m afraid you will have to let Miss Nian go."


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    Receiving the signal, the bodyguards walked towards Jared and tried to force Debbie away from him.


    Jared wasn''t as good at martial arts as Debbie was. Moreover, Debbie was drunk. Desperate to find a


    way to protect Debbie, he shouted as the bodyguards approached, "I''m going to find out who the hell


    this man is!" With that, he held Debbie''s hand and began climbing the stairs.


    The others made way for them. When he got to the private booth upstairs, Jared kicked the door open


    and yelled, "Who the hell is stopping my fri... M... Mr... Huo?"


    One single sight of Carlos'' face, Jared almost fell to his knees out of fright. He spun around to look at


    the drunk person behind him, darted outside the room, and mmed the door shut hastily.


    "Tomboy, run! Run for your life! It is Carlos Huo inside!" he whispered in a trembling voice as his fingers


    shivered to find bnce. By this point, Debbie was too drunk to stand straight, but Jared''sst remark


    alerted her.


    She stared at Jared with gaping eyes and nodded. Then, hand in hand, they dashed downstairs like a


    crazy couple running to save their lives.


    Carlos had recognized who were outside when the door of the room had been kicked open. Also he


    noticed that Debbie wasn''t fully standing erect indicating that she was drunk. He opened the door and


    stepped outside the booth.


    "Stop them!" he ordered in the hallway.


    Unaware of the cause, the manager quickly followed Carlos'' orders and told the bodyguards to stop the


    two people running away.


    "Move! Move!" Having grabbed her by the wrist, Jared led the way for Debbie.


    However, the bar was so crowded Debbie couldn''t run fast although her physique enabled her to. As


    soon as they reached downstairs, they were barred by the bodyguards.


    But she hadn''t forgotten to resist. She knocked down the first bodyguard that tried toy his hand on


    her.


    And then the second, and then the third... When she was going to handle the seventh, the bar suddenly


    became eerily quiet. Debbie had an ominous feeling when a chill crept up her spine. Jared, who was


    standing opposite Debbie, saw the man behind her. His face twisted with fear. ''Should I flee for my life?


    Debbie is his wife. Maybe he wouldn''t harm her even if I left her alone here.''


    After knocking thest bodyguard to the ground, Debbie pretended not to sense the person standing


    behind her and strode towards the entrance of the bar.


    "Stop!" came the coldmand in a stern voice. Upon hearing Carlos'' voice, Debbie felt her limbs go


    numb.


    The other customers all stepped back from the scene, mostly because they all wanted to keep a safe


    distance from Carlos, the man with an intimidating presence.


    "What should we do?" Debbie whispered to Jared who was standing beside her.


    ''I wish I knew, '' Jared wailed inwardly. "How about I run and you go appease your husband? You''re his


    wife after all. I suppose he won''t be too hard on you."


    "No way! Are you ditching me?" Debbie pinched his arm hard. Jared let out a painful scream and


    jumped in agony with one hand covering the pinched spot.


    "Debbie Nian, this man is your husband. He will let you pass after you y cute and sweet. Trust me,


    men are the same. I''m a man and I know it."


    ''y cute and sweet? Me? Kill me, kill me right now, '' Debbie cursed internally. She felt that this would


    be the most difficult thing she ever had to do.


    While they were whispering, Carlos came down the stairs. "Hurry. Your husband is arriving. Our lives


    depend on you now, buddy," Jared told Debbie, tugging at her sleeve, nervous as ever.


    Debbie closed her eyes. ''Okay, I''ll do it. For my friend and myself. Just this once. It shouldn''t be too


    difficult.'' After calming herself down, she raised her head and turned around abruptly. She threw herself


    at Carlos, buried her face in his chest and said, "Mr. Handsome, I feel so dizzy. Who am I? Why am I


    here? What is this ce?"


    The onlookers all watched in shock. ''Ugh...is this ying cute or dumb?'' Jared cried inside, feeling his


    end was near. ''What''s happening?'' Carlos wondered.


    The thick stench of alcohol from Debbie made him wince in disgust. He shot a grim nce at Jared,


    who almost lowered his head to the floor, and demanded, "What''s going on? Why is she like this?"


    Jared didn''t dare to lie to Carlos. He looked up and was going to tell him about Bernard, but when he


    looked around, he noticed that Bernard was long gone. ''Shit!'' Jared cursed.


    "Um, nothing. Tomboy just drank a little. Right, Tomboy?" Jared stressed on her name as a cue for her


    to respond something.


    Taking the hint, Debbie nodded immediately and said, "Yes, yes, I... s, my head, my head is spinning


    so fast. Mr. Handsome, can you take me home?"


    Carlos didn''t expose her trick. His face was as gloomy as ever. When he carried the woman in his


    arms, the crowd eximed in shock. "Who is that woman?" one man asked.


    "Who knows? Why is Mr. Huo carrying her?" another responded.


    When he passed by Jared, Carlos kicked him in the sheen and said, "How dare you to let her drink so


    much! And on your watch!"


    Jared howled in pain and blurted, "I couldn''t stop her—" And then came another kick, this one more


    excruciating than the previous one. "Ouch! I''ll stop! I''ll stop talking! Just stop kicking. Gosh! It hurts."


    While Jared was jabbering, Carlos gave him a stern look and he shut up so quickly as if there were an


    OFF button on his mouth which had just been pressed. ''Damn it, '' Jared cursed in his heart. He had


    never been in such a humiliating situation. The entire set of onlookers stared at him with pity.


    When Carlos was carrying her out of the bar, Debbie slightly raised her head from Carlos'' shoulder and


    mouthed, "Sorry," to Jared.


    The boy snorted and turned his head away. He didn''t seem to care anymore. ''It''s all because of her. I


    told her not to drink. Ow, my leg. Ow, my groin. It damn hurts. Even my old man has never kicked me


    this hard.


    Carlos Huo, if I ever get a chance to hold you in the palm of my hand, I''ll make you grovel and call me


    grandpa. Mind you! Hahaha, that would be fantastic!''


    As Jared was immersed in his fantasy, Carlos suddenly turned and looked at him suspiciously. The


    smirk on the boy''s face disappeared instantly and he ran away like a deer escaping a lion in one piece.


    Tristan had been waiting for Carlos by the car outside the bar all the while. When he saw himing


    out of the bar with a woman in his arms, he was surprised. But after a careful stare, he opened the door


    of the backseat respectfully.


    Debbie started pretending to be asleep the moment she was carried into the car, but after a while, she


    actually dozed off. The car got filled with the stink of liquor. It didn''t take a genius to figure out how


    much Debbie had drunk.


    Debbie was so deep asleep she didn''t even realize when they arrived at the vi. Suddenly, she was


    frozen to her core. She woke up to find herself in the tub and cold water was being sprayed on her


    body. She shuddered.


    "Carlos Huo, this is uncalled for!" she shouted angrily.


    "Awake?" Carlos tried to contain his anger with great difficulty.


    Debbie wiped the remaining drops of water off her face. When she opened her eyes, she noticed that


    there were tens of dors scattered on the floor. She felt disgusted seeing hard-earned money being


    dumped. Carlos might not care but she did. She stood up and walked out of the tub in her drenched


    clothes.


    It might not be a lot of money, but it meant something for her. Especially, considering the murderous


    res Carlos had been shooting at her repeatedly, it wouldn''t be exaggerated to say that she had


    earned that money with her life.


    Watching her pick up the notes one by one, Carlos didn''t stop her. When she was done, he said, "Go


    get changed."


    "Huh?"


    "We''re going somewhere."


    Debbie tried to deduce something from the man''s face, but frustrated at his poker face, she had to nod.


    When she got dressed and walked out of her bedroom, Carlos was already waiting downstairs.


    Once she hopped in, the car drove away from the house slowly. Debbie was fidgety. When she looked


    out the window, the memories from thest time when Carlos had taken her to the martyrs'' park all


    came flooding back. "Where''re we going?" she asked warily.


    "Shining International za."


    Debbie was relieved to hear that soothing response. But why was he taking her there at thiste hour?


    The car finally came to a halt. Debbie staggered out and followed Carlos into the elevator. Only after


    the elevator had stopped on the top floor did she realize what his real intentions were.