Chapter 1200
Burning Passion: Love Never Die
Yates, Eckerdâs men started a fight with Yatesâ retinue. It ended up with shots fired.
âGetâ¦out of here. My home.â Decker tried to drive him away. But he wasnât in any position to make
demands.
Carlos was possessed of a Legendary cruelty. He even outdid Yates when someone crossed the Line.
âWhy would my stupid sis fall for an a-hole like that?â he thought to himself.
âYour home?â Carlos raised an eyebrow.
âWhat would Ivan say about that?â
âIâve got nothing to do with Ivan. Why would I care what he would say?â
Decker snapped. Indeed, he wasnât lying because he hadnât had any interactions with Ivan yet.
Carlos leaned against the closet and stared him down. In a cold voice, he said, âSo, youâre another one
of Debbieâs admirers?â
âDamn you!â Suddenly, Decker hurled a photo frame towards Carlos.
A N G E L A âs L I B R A R Y
Carlos swiftly dodged it without much effort as the photo frame hit the closet and Landed on the floor.
He straightened his coat and glared at Decker.
âSo, it seems like you have a death wish?â
Decker gnashed his teeth and stayed on the bed.
âYeah, so kill me now, if you have the balls.â
Much to his surprise, the defiant look in Deckerâs eyes suddenly reminded Carlos of Debbie. This
wounded man somewhat resembled Debbie, especially in terms of his personality. The most common
quality would be their audacity to stand up to him.
Unfortunately for Decker, however, he wasnât Debbie. Carlos might have excused this if it were Debbie,
but he wasnât going to let this man walk away after disrespecting him. He strode towards the bed and
grabbed Deckerâs arm, ruthlessly yanking him off the bed.
âAhh!â A pained groan escaped Deckerâs lips as the sharp pain shot through his arm the moment he fell
to the floor.
âDamn you! Carlos, you pathetic wretch!â
Carlos stomped on his hand, possibly crushing a few bones, leaving behind an impression of his
leather shoes.
âIf you somehow manage to get out of this room alive, you win!â The cold look in his eyes suggested
that he wasnât joking.
âAarghâ¦youâ¦â The searing pain from his hand was unbearable and
Decker let out a might wail in hopes of releasing some pain. Carlos watched with a deadpan
expression on his face as Decker writhed in agony.
Deckerâs face was white as a sheet. Just as his vision faded and he was about to surrender himself to
the arms of darkness, the loud shrill sound of Debbie screaming from the doorway kept him awake.
âCarlos!
What are you doing?â