Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Chapter: 173

She really could hold her liquor. After seven glasses, her face was red but she was only a bit tipsy.

She was in a good mood now. She figured she could drink more and make more money. The man in the bar poured another glass of liquor for her.

Once again, she emptied the glass and took the wad of notes thrown on the table.

Her husband Carlos was rich and generous, but she considered it wise to have some private savings, just in case she and Carlos got divorced one day. She didn’t want to end up homeless and penniless after the divorce. And she figured she’d found her calling.

Seeing that Debbie wouldn’t Listen to him, Jared cleared his throat and shouted at the man, “Go away! Do you have any clue who she is? You have some serious stones to get her drunk like this. You’re playing with fire!”

Jared wasn’t a regular. As a matter of fact, it was no short drive for him to get here. The only reason he was here was Debbie. So the man didn’t know either of them. Jared’s words didn’t faze the man. He just shrugged and assumed an innocent tone.

“You saw it. I didn’t force her.

She wanted to drink.”

It frustrated Jared that what the man had said was true. He wanted to punch the man in the face, but he lacked a reason. Then he whispered in

Debbie’s ear, “Think about your husband. You forget what he did to us the last time we got drunk? And that was just beer. But you’ve put a lot of glasses away. What do you think he’s going to do when heAll rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

finds out?”

The thought of her husband made Debbie tremble.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this earlier?” she complained and belched.

At that moment, two men walked over and grabbed Jared’s arms.

“Are you blind? Bernard’s having fun. Boss is rich enough to buy this whole damn bar, let alone a few drinks. Now, get lost!”

With that, one of the two men gave Jared a rough shove. Provoked, he grabbed an empty bottle from the table and smashed it against the table.

“I don’t care who the hell Bernard is. Go ahead, make her drink again! I’ll kill you,” he spat, pointing the remaining broken bottle at them.

Carlos’ name completely cleared Debbie’s head. Afraid of what he’d do, she put the money in her purse and was ready to leave the bar. However

Bernard grabbed her arm.

“Since you took so much of my money, don’t you think you owe me a song?”

“Maybe next time. I’m too drunk to sing,” Debbie grinned and took a step forward.

“What’s your hurry? If you’re drunk, then sing drunk!” Bernard was not happy.

Sensing Bernard wasn’t going to let her go, Jared smashed the broken bottle against his head. Blood gushed out and flowed down his face

Some of the customers screamed and fled the place, afraid of what might come next.

Bernard touched his head and soon his hand was covered with blood. His eyes went bloodshot with rage. He kicked away the chair in front of him furiously and yelled, “Asshole! You’ll pay for that! I work for Oscar!

You’re so dead!”