Chapter 1050

Debbie got back in her car, followed the Emperor to a parking lot, and pulled over.

Carlos never left the car. Frankie was the one who talked to Debbie about the accident.

“Debbie, the repairs will total more than a million. I’m afraid I need you to accompany me to the garage.

While time is money, Carlos will let it go this time,” Frankie said, a little embarrassed to mention a price

to Debbie, since he knew Debbie and Carlos knew each other.

“More than a million…” Debbie uttered desperately. She didn’t have that kind of money.

She had spent most of what she did have on some pretty important things.

“Carlos is in the car, isn’t he?” she asked Frankie, pointing at the

Emperor.

Unsure what she was up to, Frankie didn’t answer.

With a sigh, Debbie approached the Emperor and tapped on the car window.

The window Lowered, and Carlos was busy shuffling through some files his cellphone propped up

against the seat.

“Speak,” he demanded without bothering to look up.

“Carlos, money is tight. Can I give you an I0U?”

Carlos put the files down and turned to her.

“Let me guess: Hayden’s too poor to afford repairs?” he asked sarcastically

“Hayden? Who said anything about him?” She was confused.

“Stop wasting my time. Frankie’s in charge of this. Talk to him.”

Carlos was about to roll up the window when Debbie placed her hands on top of the glass to stop him.

“Wait. How about I sleep with you and you let it go?” she said in earnest.

“No!” Carlos retorted with a frown, his face a mask of disgust.

*Do you have to be so harsh?’ Debbie rolled her eyes.

“That’s a lot of money. Maybe Hilton Group can issue me a credit card with a high credit limit. Then I

can pay you with it. And afterwards I pay off the card.”

‘That’s no different from an IOU, ‘ Carlos thought.

Unwilling to talk to her anymore, he pushed the button on the door to roll up the window.

But Debbie stopped him again. He just couldn’t bring himself to crush her fingers in the window.

“Carlos, please. It was an accident. If I could take it back, I would. How about a grace period? And I

promise I won’t bother you again.”