Chapter 690

Before he left with his men, he Looked at Wesley. Confusion was written over his tan face.

“You look very familiar. Do you know Colonel

Wesley the God of Warriors?”

Blair laughed.

“Handsome, this is Colonel Wesley.”

‘This woman called another man “handsome” right before my eyes.‘

Wesley’s face darkened.

The young policeman’s eyes glistened with excitement the minute he realized he had met the God of

Warriors. Instantly, he stood at attention and saluted Wesley.

“It’s a great honor to meet you, Colonel

Wesley.”

Wesley nodded in response.

The excited young cop wanted to get an autograph, but afraid that he might cause more trouble, two of

his co-workers got him out of there quickly.

The booth finally regained its quiet. Carlos tossed the chips on the table and stood up.

“Damon, you’ll have to drive Megan home later.”

Damon stared at the man who was putting on his coat.

“Eh? We’ve just started. Where’re you going?”

After glancing at him, Carlos replied flatly, “It seems my wife has become unbridled. I‘m going home

right away to deal with her.”

‘Deal with Debbie?’ Damon rolled his eyes at Carlos and snapped, “Come on, Carlos. Just admit it.

You’re a slave to your wife. You do whatever she wants. I guess Debbie will get you to stand barefoot

on a porcupine. I’d like to come with you. See how you’re going to deal with her.”

Carlos was about to snap back at him when his phone started to ring.

The small rectangular phone buzzed insistently on the desk. Damon looked at the caller ID-it was

Emmett. Before Carlos could pick it up,

Damon answered and put it on speakerphone. Emmett’s anxious voice came from the other end of the

line.

“Bad news, Carlos! Debbie went to a nightclub! She is going to buy a rent boy!”

Silence reigned in the private booth.

Everyone turned to look at Carlos. Gloom clouded his expression, but soon disappeared. He picked up

his phone and asked calmly, “Which nightclub?”

“The one opposite Orchid Private Club,” Emmett answered honestly.