Chapter 363

Debbie wondered between her, his wife, and the self-proclaimed his woman, which of them Carlos

would protect.

The other women were flustered. They trotted over to Olga to help her to her feet. But Debbie grabbed

one of them by the arm and pushed her hard. The woman fell backwards. Being in high heels, all these

women lost their balance quickly and grabbed onto each other, screaming. Olga was at the bottom of

the heap. Debbie observed her handiwork, dusting her hands off and looking quite satisfied

At this point, Jared handed Debbie a glass of red wine. She took the hint immediately. While those

women were busy squabbling amongst themselves, Debbie poured the red Liquid onto each of them.

Their evening dresses probably cost in the neighborhood of a million or so. Now they were all ruined by

a glass of wine.

Jared brushed his outfit with his hands, making sure it was pristine.

He rested his arm on Debbie’s shoulder and said to those miserable women, “That’s what you get

when you mess with me and Tomboy.”

Those women all glared at them. Noticing that, Debbie cast them a sideways glance and sneered,

“What do you want? Hadn’t had enough? How about I cut your dresses into bikinis?”

Those women shut their mouths and Lowered their eyes immediately

When Emmett arrived at the scene, he was so shocked his teeth started clattering. He wasted no time

ringing up Carlos.

“Carlos, something’s happened. Something big!”

“Talk.” Tired, Carlos rubbed the spot between his eyebrows.

“Debbie… Er… She…”

Hearing that it was about Debbie, Carlos stood up abruptly.

“What about her? Get to the point or I’1l kill you!”

Emmett gasped and managed to speak clearly.

“I was negotiating contracts so I left your wife alone for a short time. When I was done and returned to

her, she was in trouble. She got into a fight with some socialite divas, including the daughters of the

Moran family, the Gomez family, the Murphy family…” Each of the families mentioned was important in

Alorith. Angering them could have serious consequences, and that might be something even Carlos

couldn’t shield Debbie from.

Carlos got the gist.

“Which side lost?” he asked.

Huh? Emmett was confused until Carlos asked again. He turned his head back to the scene. The

socialite divas were getting up from the floor and Debbie was watching them, remarkably unscathed.

“It looks like

Debbie won, sir,” he answered honestly.

“Excellent. Protect her. Make sure no one comes at her. I’ll deal with it,” Carlos ordered.

‘Excellent?’ Emmett was puzzled. ‘What’s so excellent about getting into a fight?”

After he hung up, Emmett walked towards Debbie. But by this moment, a group of distinguished

women and middle-aged men in suit were crowding around her. They Looked angry. Scratch that, they

were livid.

“How dare you treat my daughter like that! Do you know who I am? By God you’ll remember who I am

when I’m done with you!”