Burning Passion: Love Never Die
Chapter 175

Chapter: 175

You look up “cheap” in the dictionary and the manager’s face is there,

* Debbie couldn’t help but wonder.

“She wouldn’t sing even if you paid her $10, @0@ an hour. She needs to go home,” Jared shoutedangrily. Carlos would kill him if he found out

Debbie had gotten so drunk. He must get her back before Carlos got home so she could take a showerand go to bed. If she were asleep, Carlos wouldn’t bother her.

The manager knew Jared as a rich kid. Although he wasn’t as important as the man upstairs, themanager didn’t dare to offend him either.

“Jared, to be honest, even your brother wouldn’t dare to mess with the guy upstairs. I think you betterlet her sing,” he explained to Jared politely.

Few people could make the manager so afraid. Bernard looked at him and thought the person upstairsmust be pretty important.

“Who is his brother? And who is the person upstairs?” he asked, pointing at Jared.

“His brother is Damon and the name of the person upstairs is confidential,” the manager answeredimpatiently.

Learning that Jared was Damon’s brother, Bernard instantly shut up. For a moment, he couldn’t feel hislegs anymore. The money was forgotten and his head even didn’t hurt so much anymore all of asudden. All he could think of was running as fast as he could.

In fact, Jared didn’t know Damon well. There were a Lot of people that his brother wouldn’t dare tooffend. Therefore, he didn’t think this was such a big deal.

“I don’t care who is upstairs. I intend to get her out of here. Move away!”

At that moment, he had forgotten that there was one person who made him care-Carlos. Later, whenJared saw the person upstairs, he wished he could take back what he had just said.

Debbie’s eyelids were getting heavy. The liquor had a strong delayed effect. It was starting to go to herhead. If they stayed any longer, she might pass out.

The manager of the bar freaked out. He signaled the bodyguards and said to Jared apologetically, “I’msorry, Jared, but I wouldn’t dare to offend the person seated upstairs even if I had ten Lives to gamblewith. I’m afraid you will have to let Debbie go.”

Receiving the signal, the bodyguards walked towards Jared and tried to force Debbie away from him.Jared wasn’t as good at martial arts as

Debbie was. Moreover, Debbie was drunk. Desperate to replace a way to protect Debbie, he shouted asthe bodyguards approached, “I’m going to replace out who the hell this man is!” With that, he held Debbie’shand and began climbing the stairs.

The others made way for them. When he got to the private booth upstairs, Jared kicked the door openand yelled, “Who the hell is stopping my fri… C… C… Carlos?”

One single sight of Carlos’ face, Jared almost fell to his knees out of fright. He spun around to look atthe drunk person behind him, darted outside the room, and slammed the door shut hastily.

“Tomboy, run! Run for your Life! It is Carlos inside!” he whispered in a trembling voice as his fingersshivered to replace balance. By this point, Debbie was too drunk to stand straight, but Jared’s last remark

alerted her.

She stared at Jared with gaping eyes and nodded. Then, hand in hand, they dashed downstairs like acrazy couple running to save their lives.

Carlos had recognized who were outside when the door of the room had been kicked open. Also henoticed that Debbie wasn’t fully standing erect indicating that she was drunk. He opened the door andstepped outside the booth.

“Stop them!” he ordered in the hallway.

Unaware of the cause, the manager quickly followed Carlos’ orders and told the bodyguards to stop thetwo people running away.

“Move! Move!” Having grabbed her by the wrist, Jared led the way for