Chapter 173
Burning Passion: Love Never Die
Chapter: 173
She really could hold her liquor. After seven glasses, her face was red but she was only a bit tipsy.
She was in a good mood now. She figured she could drink more and make more money. The man in
the bar poured another glass of liquor for her.
Once again, she emptied the glass and took the wad of notes thrown on the table.
Her husband Carlos was rich and generous, but she considered it wise to have some private savings,
just in case she and Carlos got divorced one day. She didnât want to end up homeless and penniless
after the divorce. And she figured sheâd found her calling.
Seeing that Debbie wouldnât Listen to him, Jared cleared his throat and shouted at the man, âGo away!
Do you have any clue who she is? You have some serious stones to get her drunk like this. Youâre
playing with fire!â
Jared wasnât a regular. As a matter of fact, it was no short drive for him to get here. The only reason he
was here was Debbie. So the man didnât know either of them. Jaredâs words didnât faze the man. He
just shrugged and assumed an innocent tone.
âYou saw it. I didnât force her.
She wanted to drink.â
It frustrated Jared that what the man had said was true. He wanted to punch the man in the face, but
he lacked a reason. Then he whispered in
Debbieâs ear, âThink about your husband. You forget what he did to us the last time we got drunk? And
that was just beer. But youâve put a lot of glasses away. What do you think heâs going to do when he
finds out?â
The thought of her husband made Debbie tremble.
âWhy didnât you tell me about this earlier?â she complained and belched.
At that moment, two men walked over and grabbed Jaredâs arms.
âAre you blind? Bernardâs having fun. Boss is rich enough to buy this whole damn bar, let alone a few
drinks. Now, get lost!â
With that, one of the two men gave Jared a rough shove. Provoked, he grabbed an empty bottle from
the table and smashed it against the table.
âI donât care who the hell Bernard is. Go ahead, make her drink again! Iâll kill you,â he spat, pointing the
remaining broken bottle at them.
Carlosâ name completely cleared Debbieâs head. Afraid of what heâd do, she put the money in her
purse and was ready to leave the bar. However
Bernard grabbed her arm.
âSince you took so much of my money, donât you think you owe me a song?â
âMaybe next time. Iâm too drunk to sing,â Debbie grinned and took a step forward.
âWhatâs your hurry? If youâre drunk, then sing drunk!â Bernard was not happy.
Sensing Bernard wasnât going to let her go, Jared smashed the broken bottle against his head. Blood
gushed out and flowed down his face
Some of the customers screamed and fled the place, afraid of what might come next.
Bernard touched his head and soon his hand was covered with blood. His eyes went bloodshot with
rage. He kicked away the chair in front of him furiously and yelled, âAsshole! Youâll pay for that! I work
for Oscar!
Youâre so dead!â