Chapter 1365

Carlos nodded to him resignedly.

After leaving the manor, Debbie asked Frankie to take her to Champs Bay

Apartments. Since he had Carlos’ say-so, he did as he was told.

That evening, Carlos invited Damon for a drink. Just the two of them.

And it wasn’t at Orchid Private Club but at a bar that catered to all kinds of people.

Carlos had booked a booth. Since nobody else was around, Damon thought

Carlos had invited him there to discuss some secret plan. He was excited.

“Dude, you were awesome in front of the camera. I almost cried. I bet Debbie was in tears.”

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“Nope,” Carlos said simply.

Damon was shocked.

“No way! Women are way more sensitive. They always cry. What happened to her?”

Carlos recalled Debbie’s angry face and then, without warning, he aimed a kick at Damon’s leg.

He was wearing his wingtips tonight. It was a special occasion-an ass-kicking. He knew his kick would

hurt much more than Debbie’s. Damon grimaced.

For a long while he was in too much pain to utter a word. Bending over the table, he clapped a hand

over his leg, his face red from the pain.

“That’s what I got when Debbie found out I was lying to her about my memory,” Carlos began flatly.

Damon realized why Carlos had brought him there. ‘This man is so vindictive.’ He finally managed to

ask, “So why blame me?”

“You told me not to tell her,” Carlos said after taking a sip of alcohol.

“I did it for your own good, you ungrateful jackass! How was I supposed to know it would go south?

Why are we friends again?”

Carlos wasn’t angered by this. He smiled at him and asked, “Do you know how many times Debbie

kicked me?”

Damon had a bad feeling about this.

“Hey, calm down, man! We’re good buddies- Ah!” When Carlos kicked him again, Damon couldn’t bear

the pain anymore and screamed. His howl filled every corner of the booth.

“Four. Should I kick you and Kinsley twice each or should I kick you four times?” Carlos asked slowly.

Damon stuck out his hand at once to stop Carlos kicking him again. At this moment, he forgot Kinsley

was his friend or maybe he even didn’t remember who Kinsley was.

“Twice each, please. I don’t think I’d survive a third.”

Carlos didn’t kick him anymore. Damon thought he was done with him.