Chapter 738

“Oh really? That’s exactly what I was thinking. I better beat you to a pulp today so that I don’t have to

see your dumb face again,” Debbie snapped back. She hit him blow after blow. Jared could only cover

his face and try to dodge her punches

Wiping off her tears, Sasha grabbed Debbie’s wrist and pleaded, “Deb don’t hit him. His face is already

black and blue.”

Debbie grabbed Jared’s collar with her other hand and said through gritted teeth, “I am not done yet.

No one is allowed to bully my cousin. Jared, you are no exception.”

Jared’s face was killing him. He shouted at Dixon, “Bro, why are you standing still there? Pull this

woman off me!”

He and Debbie used to fight against others all the time, and he thought she was pretty cool. But today,

he was the one at the receiving end of her anger, and it hurt like hell.

Dixon said casually, “You asked me to let go of you, and I did.”

Words failed Jared.

Debbie still refused to let him go. At that moment, her phone rang.

Kasie picked it up from the table and saw the caller ID. She heaved a sigh of relief.

“Tomboy, it’s your husband. Answer it,” she said anxiously.

Debbie yelled, “No! Because of him, Dixon and I have to go abroad, and

Jared and I are fighting against each other.” Saying that, she gave

Jared another punch in his face.

Jared cried bitterly, “Tomboy, if it’s your husband’s fault, then why are you still hitting me?”

Sighing in defeat, Kasie answered Debbie’s phone. In a low voice, she said into the phone, “Carlos,

we’re in Room 2203. Debbie and Jared got into a fight, and we are unable to stop them. Please come

quickly.”

The phone was disconnected immediately, and within two minutes, the door to the private booth was

pushed open from the outside. Carlos’ tall figure came into view.

He felt much relieved when he saw it was Jared who got beaten.

“Hello, Carlos.”

“Carlos, good evening.” Everyone except Debbie and Jared greeted Carlos respectfully.

Seeing her husband, Debbie wheezed, “Carlos, you are right on time.

Beat the hell out of him! I’m tired.”

The rest of them gaped at her.

Carlos pulled his wife away from Jared and stroked her hand.

“Your hand must be hurting,” he said softly.

“Yeah,” she nodded honestly.