Chapter 1000

Does he have time for me?’ conflicting thoughts ran through her mind

With her eyes closed, she leaned against his chest, smelling his enchanting scent.

“Where to, Carlos?” asked Carlos’ assistant, who was ready in the driver’s seat.

For the six months he had been on the job, he had never seen Carlos hug another woman besides

Stephanie. This was a first.

Carlos was quiet for a moment. He looked out the window, stroked his brow and said, “Go to Champs

Bay Apartments.”

“Yes, Carlos.”

The car pulled into Champs Bay Apartments in about ten minutes, where on arrival, Carlos’ phone

rang. A call from Curtis

“Hi,” he answered at once.

“Carlos, Jared told me he couldn’t find Debbie. Do you know where she is?” While Jared anxiously

looked for her, Debbie had left her phone on the couch at the club. In his frantic efforts to find her, he

had called Curtis.

“Yes, I do,” Carlos replied faintly.

“Good. Jared said she was drunk. Take care of her, OK?” said Curtis, feeling relieved.

“Alright.”

Elsewhere, Jared was still worried. Only after Curtis called back and told him about her whereabouts

did he get some rest.

“How did Carlos take her so quietly? He is like a ghost, ‘ Jared reflected.

With Debbie gone and Kasie dead drunk, there was no fun in the club for him. He decided to leave.

The bill would cost him a fortune, though. He went to the manager.

“Good fellow, tell me, how long will I have to wash the dishes here to pay the bill?”

The manager smiled politely.

“You wouldn’t be able to pay off even if you washed the dishes here for 20 years. Mr. Hampton, you’d

better pay the bill directly.”

“Fine. Call this guy. He is my brother. Tell him I ran away, and ask him to settle up.” Jared hadn’t

spoken to Damon for a long time.

Damon wouldn’t get ripped off willingly, not to mention the bill was ridiculously high. He called Jared.

Yet Jared said calmly, “In the past years, as the elder brother, you didn’t take care of me at all. Just

consider this bill as your way to make up for it.”

“Jared, you son of a bitch. Are you talking as if you were a baby in the last three years? Are you crazy,

or something? Take care of you, my foot!” Damon cursed.

“If I am a son of a bitch, you are too. Anyway, that’s beside the point. Thing is, either you pay or I’LL

call Adriana and tell her Last week you went to dinner with two other women. Those supermodels you

seemed head over heels about. The ball is in your court,” Jared threatened.

The blackmail worked Like magic. Without further ado, Damon caved in.

“You evil little son of a bitch!” he cursed again. The dinner with the supermodels was an official event. A

normal part of business for him, and entirely public, with so many people present.

But Jared made it sound like some clandestine affair. What angered