Chapter 1152

“You sure?”

“A hundred percent sure.”

Left with no choice, Niles walked towards Carlos and Stephanie.

“Hi,

Stephanie. Carlos and I are going to play Super Smash Bros. We had a tournament Last week and

Carlos beat me a few times already. So we agreed on a rematch to settle the score.”

The others looked absolutely baffled, as though they had a big question mark sign hanging above their

heads. ‘Niles is an idiot! What the hell is he talking about? Does Carlos look like a person who would

play

Super Smash Bros?‘

Stephanie was nobody’s fool and she understood that Carlos just didn’t want to go with her. Giving

everyone a round of polite smiles, she Let go of Carlos and said, “All right then, you guys have fun.”

Niles scratched the back of his head and said, “Sure. Bye, Stephanie.”

Carlos and Niles got into a car, while Curtis and Wesley got into the other. Putting the pedal to the

metal, the four of them disappeared within seconds.

Angela’s Library

Stephanie clenched her fists and gnashed her teeth as she watched their tail-lights disappear into the

horizon

Suddenly, two men dressed in camouflage carried a man out of the club.

Stephanie recognized Damon as the man being carried and she walked over to him.

“Hello, Damon. Are you feeling okay?”

Damon barely raised his head and his eyes were still blurry. In a drunken stupor, he looked straight at

Stephanie, but he thought it was

Carlos.

“Carlos! Hey buddy, look at yo He belched loudly and stammered, “You must be upset because of

Pepper Debbie. Dude, stop drinking. Otherwise, she will call the police on us. And you may have to

kneel before her and apologize.”

Stephanie didn’t know how to respond to that.

One of the men holding Damon up reminded him in a whisper, “That’s not

Carlos.”

“What? Not Carlos? Ah, it must be Pepper Debbie. Woman, since you are here, I have to talk to you.

How could you betray my friend? I’m so disappointed in you. Jared and you are best friends, and I

thought you were a good girl. Damn! Carlos has fallen for you again even after losing his memory. Are

you a femme fatale or something? Ugh… You know what? I’m actually impressed by your influence on

Carlos. He just can’t seem to get you out of his mind, huh?”

Stephanie’s smile froze and she said coldly, “Damon, I’m Stephanie.”

“Oh. Hi, Stephanie. Carlos is drunk. Please, take him back home. If

Pepper Debbie was here, he would have to stand barefoot on a porcupine.

My brother is the CEO of Hilton Group, and a proud man. How can he stand barefoot on a porcupine?”