Chapter 146

Chapter: 147

‘Why is Carlos so nice to her? How are they related?’ they mused.

Debbie knew Carlos was never a kindhearted man. If she told him the truth, he would definitely deal with these people in the

harshest means possible-he might even throw them into the ocean or bury them alive

She didn’t want to bully others with Carlos’ resources, so she decided to smooth things over and pretend that nothing had

happened.

“Nothing happened. | smashed the private booth. I’m going to pay for it, said indifferently.

Since she refused to tell him the truth, Carlos turned to Tristan and ordered, “Tristan, make my wife the Lawful owner of this

club.”

After a short pause, he added, “Contact the lawyer now!”

Everyone was held speechless by what Carlos had said. His words went down like a bomb; the hallway went so still that you

could even hear a pin as it dropped.

Debbie was flabbergasted as well. She looked at Carlos with her jaws slack.

Soon, Damon came back to his senses and turned to Wesley.

“Hey, bro! Be ready to give me your pistol.”

Tristan swallowed hard, and without asking he took his phone out and dialed the Lawyer's number. When the call was answered

on the other end, he said, “Carlos would like you to help him make his wife, Debbie

Nelson, the lawful owner of Orchid Private Club. As for her personal data, I'll send everything you need via email. Please do it as

soon as possible.”

“No, no, no! Please don’t do it.” After a long time, Debbie finally managed to say something.

She grabbed Carlos* arm and stuttered, “Carlos... Boss... P-Please don’t make such silly jokes. It’s not funny at all.”

Carlos looked at his wife and then turned to the manager.

“The rest is up to you. If you fail to deal with it properly, you’ll be sorry for the rest of your life. Kneel down and apologize to her!”

“y-Yes... Carlos... Miss Debbie...” The manager almost pissed in his pants as his knees touched the floor.

With what Carlos had ordered, Debbie was raised from being a student to being the boss of a high-end club. Needless to say,

the share-out bonus of which was up to hundreds of millions a year.

“Carlos, Listen to me...” Debbie demanded in a stern voice.

But before she could make him turn, Carlos grabbed her hand and led her to the exit of the club.

Upon seeing this, the girls inside the

club were awed with mixed

emotions—envious, jealous,

unconvinced, and frustrated. They

watched the ideal man of their

dreams walking away with a girl,

hand in hand. The content is on

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Their hearts broke into pieces.

Seated inside the Emperor car, Debbie and Carlos were in the backseat, while Tristan was in the passenger seat. The driver

started the engine and swiftly drove off.

No one broke the silence on the way

to the villa. As the car halted to a

stop, Tristan bid them goodbye at the

entrance and closed the gates behind

him. Debbie confronted Carlos, who

was now drinking water. The content

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“Carlos, | really appreciate the way

you saved me in that club. Now that

we are home and nobody is watching

us, | hope you can call your lawyer

and tell him not to make me the

owner of that club. The content is on

chapter there!