Chapter 688

Damon drew a tile and chipped in sullenly, “It’s not like Carlos is short of money. No! That’s ridiculous. I

suspect, the person driving him hard is his wife. You know how demanding some ladies can be.” The

tongue-in-cheek way he phrased his words left everyone in stitches. But

Damon ignored the giggles and carried on.

“Only she can throw him into a vortex of emotions.”

Although Damon was known for his wise cracks, Curtis took him seriously on what he had just said. He

discarded two dots and with a curious gaze at Carlos, inquired, “What did Debbie do to get on your

nerves this time?”

Carlos took a puff on his cigarette and blew the smoke forcefully, betraying his inner tension. Amid the

fumes, he opened his mouth as if to say something, but no words escaped his mouth

Noticing that mood around the place, Megan, somewhat embarrassed, excused herself.

“Uncle Carlos, maybe I should go home. You have fun with your friends,” she said in a shaky voice

In her pockets where nobody could see, her hands had been balled into fists. ‘These people…Huh!

Now they are all on Debbie’s side. It looks like that woman is taking my place in their hearts. No! I won’t

have any of that bullcrap!*

But while she cursed inside and was about to leave, Carlos ordered her to sit down. Without saying it,

he thought to himself, ‘I have ignored

Debbie for seven days, and now she knows that I brought Megan with me to this place. I don’t believe

she will take it well and won’t do anything about it.

For all I care, I’d silently standby and watch her level this booth to the ground, if she broke in here, right

now. I just want to know she cares.’

Just then, someone started to kick the door of the booth from outside.

“Hell no!” he murmured, fearing Debbie had indeed come to fulfill his silent wishes. But when the door

finally burst open, a group of men noisily stormed in. The women in the booth were scared stiff.

“Policemen?” Colleen wondered loudly.

The men playing mahjong only paused for a second at the commotion. Then ignoring the intruders,

they calmly went on with their activity.

A young policeman feeling insulted by the way his team’s arrival was casually ignored raised his gun

and shouted, “Police! Stop what you are doing right now! Someone reported that you were gambling.”

“Gambling?’ The four mahjong players were amused.

Damon Looked at Wesley, who was wearing casual clothes. Then he gave a wicked smile.

“Which of you has the surname Hilton?” the young policeman roared.

‘Hilton?’ ALl of Carlos’ friends shifted their eyes to look at the shameless intruder.

The enthusiastic cop continued, “Someone reported under their real name that the person with the

surname Hilton was doing an illegal transaction and activity here. Please come with us. And the Lady

beside you.” The young policeman turned to Megan and asked, “Miss, what do you do? Where do you

go to work? How did you two meet? How long have you known each other?”

Megan’s face turned pale with embarrassment. Everyone could tell that the policeman thought she was

a prostitute

“Plbbt! Ha ha.” Damon burst into Laughter.

Even Curtis and Wesley, who were much more unflappable, found it hard to stifle their laughter. Clearly,

the police were there for Carlos

Reporting him for doing illegal activity and Megan for prostitution…