Chapter 174

Chapter: 174

“Oscar?” Jared repeated with a sneer.

Debbie felt the name sounded familiar, but she didn’t remember where she had heard it.

“Yes, Oscar’s my boss. You want to save your ass? Beat it. She took my money and she belongs to me

tonight.” Assuming that Jared was scared by the name Oscar, Bernard got cocky.

Jared didn’t get angry. On the contrary, he calmed down rather quickly.

He patted Bernard on the shoulder, pointed his thumb at Debbie, and said to him, “Oscar was beaten to

a pulp and sentenced to life in prison. Know why? He offended her. That what you want?”

Everyone in the underworld knew that Oscar was beaten up at Orchid

Private Club and thrown out half dead. People said it was because he pissed off Damon. Soon enough,

he was given a life sentence.

Bernard cast a weird, suspicious look at Debbie, who was a little tipsy.

“So she’s Damon’s woman?’ Thinking of the tens of thousands he had spent on the drinks tonight, he

felt humiliated and furious if it was all for nothing.

“You can go. I want my money,” he said shamelessly.

Debbie hadn’t expected the man to be so cheap.

She put her hands on her hips and retorted, “Why should I? I drank so much Liquor. At your request! I

earned every penny. If you couldn’t afford to lose it, why did you give it to me in the first place?”

The man’s suspicion thickened at her words.

“You said she’s Damon’s woman. Would Damon’s woman care about a tiny amount like that?” Bernard

knew that Damon was Carlos* good buddy. All Carlos’ friends were rich and powerful, so he was pretty

sure that the woman wasn’t Damon’s woman.

“I never said she was Damon’s woman. That was all you,” Jared said impatiently. Then he turned to

Debbie.

“Ignore him, Tomboy. Let’s go.”

Jared took her by the arm and started to walk towards the entrance of the bar.

Finding out that Debbie wasn’t Damon’s woman, Bernard was relieved.

Also since she was just a nobody, he was more reluctant to let her leave with his money.

“You-“

At that point, the manager came over. He was obviously unnerved and sweating. When he saw Debbie,

he frowned and said, “What are you doing here? Hurry. A big shot upstairs wants you to sing.”

“I don’t want to.” Debbie refused crisply. She felt dizzy and just wanted to go home.

The manager was anxious. The person upstairs was too important to anger.

“Do hurry. How about I raise your pay by 5, 0007”

*5, 0007 Who’s so important that he’s willing to put up so much cash?