Chapter 1083

Instead of responding, Debbie grinned and looked at Megan.

“You want me to explain?” she asked.

In a fluster, Megan shook her head vigorously.

“No. Uncle Carlos, it’s not Debbie’s fault…”

“Megan!” Stephanie finally opened her mouth and chipped in, “You’re scared of something? You

shouldn’t. Your uncle Carlos is here.”

Megan decided to clam up. She was afraid of the video on Debbie’s phone.

Debbie walked up to Carlos and tidied him up. She straightened his collar, brushed lint off his shoulder,

and tightened his tie. She smiled.

“Time is money, so I’ll be brief. You asked me to come here. So

I’ll turn the question around. Why did you want me here? To apologize to Megan? Or do you miss me?”

Stephanie’s face darkened.

“Just say what you’re going to say. Don’t touch my fiance.”

“I touched your fiance?” Debbie didn’t heed her warning but instead, wrapped her arms around Carlos’

waist and leaned against his chest. She teased, “Do you want to know how your fiance touched me?”

Stephanie clenched her jaw, eyes burning with rage. How she wished she could strangle that slut!

“You bitch! You hit on him right to my face, she cussed in her mind.

Carlos pulled away from the naughty woman.

“Get off me!” He straightened his clothing.

“Megan’s in the hospital thanks to you

Since your lawyer’s here, you can ask him about the sentence for attempted murder.”

“No. It’s okay, Uncle Carlos. I’m fine. She didn’t mean to do it,”

Megan hastily chimed in. Debbie had that incriminating video on her phone. She had Megan over a

barrel. If they pushed too hard, the truth about the eggs would come out.

Megan’s unusual reaction aroused Carlos’ suspicions. It wasn’t Like her to give in like this, particularly

to someone who bullied her. ‘Let me guess…’ he thought.

On the other hand, Debbie was still angry at Carlos’ words. ‘Get off me? Really? Why didn’t you say

that last night? Humph! Such a jerk! she thought furiously. Taking a deep breath to calm down, she said

to

Xavier, ““Carlos’ right. So, Xavier…what would the charge be for assault?”

Megan became visibly agitated, fidgeting and wincing. She pleaded,

“Please, don’t ask. Debbie, I’m sorry. I apologize. It’s my fault!”