Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Chapter: 175

You look up “cheap” in the dictionary and the manager’s face is there,

* Debbie couldn’t help but wonder.

“She wouldn’t sing even if you paid her $10, @0@ an hour. She needs to go home,” Jared shouted angrily. Carlos would kill him if he found out

Debbie had gotten so drunk. He must get her back before Carlos got home so she could take a shower and go to bed. If she were asleep, Carlos wouldn’t bother her.

The manager knew Jared as a rich kid. Although he wasn’t as important as the man upstairs, the manager didn’t dare to offend him either.

“Jared, to be honest, even your brother wouldn’t dare to mess with the guy upstairs. I think you better let her sing,” he explained to Jared politely. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Few people could make the manager so afraid. Bernard looked at him and thought the person upstairs must be pretty important.

“Who is his brother? And who is the person upstairs?” he asked, pointing at Jared.

“His brother is Damon and the name of the person upstairs is confidential,” the manager answered impatiently.

Learning that Jared was Damon’s brother, Bernard instantly shut up. For a moment, he couldn’t feel his legs anymore. The money was forgotten and his head even didn’t hurt so much anymore all of a sudden. All he could think of was running as fast as he could.

In fact, Jared didn’t know Damon well. There were a Lot of people that his brother wouldn’t dare to offend. Therefore, he didn’t think this was such a big deal.

“I don’t care who is upstairs. I intend to get her out of here. Move away!”

At that moment, he had forgotten that there was one person who made him care-Carlos. Later, when Jared saw the person upstairs, he wished he could take back what he had just said.

Debbie’s eyelids were getting heavy. The liquor had a strong delayed effect. It was starting to go to her head. If they stayed any longer, she might pass out.

The manager of the bar freaked out. He signaled the bodyguards and said to Jared apologetically, “I’m sorry, Jared, 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 Debbie go.”

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… C… C… Carlos?”

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 slammed the door shut hastily.

“Tomboy, run! Run for your Life! It is Carlos inside!” he whispered in a trembling voice as his fingers shivered to find balance. By this point, Debbie was too drunk to stand straight, but Jared’s last 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