Chapter 175
Burning Passion: Love Never Die
Chapter: 175
You look up âcheapâ in the dictionary and the managerâs face is there,
* Debbie couldnât help but wonder.
âShe wouldnât sing even if you paid her $10, @0@ an hour. She needs to go home,â Jared shouted
angrily. Carlos would kill him if he found out
Debbie had gotten so drunk. He must get her back before Carlos got home so she could take a shower
and go to bed. If she were asleep, Carlos wouldnât bother her.
The manager knew Jared as a rich kid. Although he wasnât as important as the man upstairs, the
manager didnât dare to offend him either.
âJared, to be honest, even your brother wouldnât dare to mess with the guy upstairs. I think you better
let her sing,â he explained to Jared politely.
Few people could make the manager so afraid. Bernard looked at him and thought the person upstairs
must be pretty important.
âWho is his brother? And who is the person upstairs?â he asked, pointing at Jared.
âHis brother is Damon and the name of the person upstairs is confidential,â the manager answered
impatiently.
Learning that Jared was Damonâs brother, Bernard instantly shut up. For a moment, he couldnât feel his
legs anymore. The money was forgotten and his head even didnât hurt so much anymore all of a
sudden. All he could think of was running as fast as he could.
In fact, Jared didnât know Damon well. There were a Lot of people that his brother wouldnât dare to
offend. Therefore, he didnât think this was such a big deal.
âI donât care who is upstairs. I intend to get her out of here. Move away!â
At that moment, he had forgotten that there was one person who made him care-Carlos. Later, when
Jared saw the person upstairs, he wished he could take back what he had just said.
Debbieâs eyelids were getting heavy. The liquor had a strong delayed effect. It was starting to go to her
head. If they stayed any longer, she might pass out.
The manager of the bar freaked out. He signaled the bodyguards and said to Jared apologetically, âIâm
sorry, Jared, but I wouldnât dare to offend the person seated upstairs even if I had ten Lives to gamble
with. Iâm afraid you will have to let Debbie go.â
Receiving the signal, the bodyguards walked towards Jared and tried to force Debbie away from him.
Jared wasnât as good at martial arts as
Debbie was. Moreover, Debbie was drunk. Desperate to find a way to protect Debbie, he shouted as
the bodyguards approached, âIâm going to find out who the hell this man is!â With that, he held Debbieâs
hand and began climbing the stairs.
The others made way for them. When he got to the private booth upstairs, Jared kicked the door open
and yelled, âWho the hell is stopping my fri⦠C⦠C⦠Carlos?â
One single sight of Carlosâ face, Jared almost fell to his knees out of fright. He spun around to look at
the drunk person behind him, darted outside the room, and slammed the door shut hastily.
âTomboy, run! Run for your Life! It is Carlos inside!â he whispered in a trembling voice as his fingers
shivered to find balance. By this point, Debbie was too drunk to stand straight, but Jaredâs last remark
alerted her.
She stared at Jared with gaping eyes and nodded. Then, hand in hand, they dashed downstairs like a
crazy couple running to save their lives.
Carlos had recognized who were outside when the door of the room had been kicked open. Also he
noticed that Debbie wasnât fully standing erect indicating that she was drunk. He opened the door and
stepped outside the booth.
âStop them!â he ordered in the hallway.
Unaware of the cause, the manager quickly followed Carlosâ orders and told the bodyguards to stop the
two people running away.
âMove! Move!â Having grabbed her by the wrist, Jared led the way for