Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Chapter: 146

A waitress walked up to the manager and explained, “Manger, these two people made trouble here and smashed a private booth. Then they started a fight with Oscar and his woman.”

The manager cast a casual glance at Debbie. Since he didn’t know who she was, he assumed she was just a nobody. He said coldly, “Ask her to pay the compensation twice over and beg for Oscar’s forgiveness.”

Hardly had the manager’s voice faded away when Jared kicked him hard in the leg.

“What the fuck?! How dare you ask her to kneel down and apologize to that man? Don’t you know who she is?” Jared cursed.

Ignoring the manager’s sour face, he walked up to Carlos and was going to ask him to help Debbie. But on second thought, he changed his mind and deemed it wise not to interfere in the couple’s private affairs.

So without uttering a word, he turned around and walked back to Debbie. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Everyone was dumbfounded, not knowing what he was doing.

The manager had no idea who Debbie was. But as an experienced, business-minded person, he knew his priorities. His boss and two other distinguished guests were blocked by the crowd, so he urged them to make way.

“Gentlemen, please get out of the way.” He decided to settle matters with them after Carlos and his friends left the club.

“Son of a bitch! How dare you kick me?! I swear I’ll break your leg!’ he angrily swore to himself.

The moment Damon saw his brother, he instantly realized what was wrong with his VIP card. His eyebrows raised a little when he recognized the girl next to Jared. Excitement ruled over him as he was dying to witness the fun that was about to begin.

He elbowed Wesley and said in a light voice so that Carlos wouldn’t hear him, “Look! The girl who smashed the private booth is Carlos’ wife.”

Wesley rolled his eyes at him, then followed the direction where he was pointing. He stepped aside to keep Damon at arm’s Length.

Damon’s face soured at Wesley’s reaction. ‘What is wrong with this guy?

Why is he avoiding me as if I had some communicable disease?’

“Good evening, Carlos, Wesley, and Damon. Nice to meet you guys. I didn’t expect to meet you here. Are you enjoying the party?” Laying his eyes upon Carlos and his friends, Oscar suppressed his anger and walked towards them with a forced flattering smile.

Damon flashed a wicked grin; he knew this man was finished for he had offended Carlos’ wife. Wesley, as a military officer, abhorred evils as deadly foes and knew one when he saw one. He didn’t even turn his head to cast the man a single glance; he only wished he could shoot him straight in the head right this instant.

“Come over here!” Carlos motioned, but not to Oscar.

The onlookers got confused and wondered whom he was talking to.

Debbie, on the other hand, knew that Carlos was talking to her. At that moment, she was no Longer the same girl who had smashed the private booth a moment ago. Uneasily, she gripped her shirt and wondered whether she should listen to him or not.

After a series of pondering, she finally decided to be an obedient wife to her husband. In disbelief, they watched the girl jog along towards

Carlos.

Looking at the girl standing before him, Carlos curled his lips in satisfaction and asked in a cool voice, “What happened?”

Although she looked rather obedient right now, he could feel the anger brewing inside her. He knew his wife was not a bully, and there must be a reason behind all this trouble.

Hearing his question, the group who had offended Debbie were quite nervous-the girls who had spoken ill of her, the manager who had asked her to kneel down, and Oscar who had attempted to slap her.