'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, Mr. Huo! Mrs. Huo 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.
"Okay, got it." Carlos disconnected the call and put his phone back in his pocket. He looked at the
group. "You guys have fun."
Then he strode towards the door in a hurry.
Everyone looked at one another in stunned disbelief.
Curtis stood up from the couch and said, "I'd better go along, keep him out of trouble." He was afraid
that Carlos might lose his head and hurt Debbie. He knew Carlos quite well, and knew that when it
came to Debbie, he did lose his head quite often. Carlos was insanely jealous, and wouldn't abide a
man so much as casting a lustful glance in her direction. Having a pretty wife was both a blessing and
a curse for him.
Colleen, of course, stuck by her boyfriend. This was fun to Damon. He was a pleasure-seeker and
decided to come with them.
Wesley was not interested in this kind of thing, and all he wanted to do was just go back home. But
when he turned to Blair and saw her excited expression, he sighed inwardly and followed after his
buddies. He guessed she wanted to see blood. In the end, all of them walked towards the nightclub
across the street.
Of course, Debbie had a plan. She called Kasie after phoning the police with a tip-off, and they decided
to meet at The No. 1 Nightclub.
Carlos once promised her that he would always have her back. But he broke that promise and hurt her,
so she decided to get back at him.
She had deliberately chosen the tight black dress that Carlos loved so much, and put on thick make-up.
Every man's eyes were glued to her as they admired her pretty face and hot body.
After entering the largest private booth, Debbie threw a bank card on the table and told the manager
indifferently, "Call some handsome guys over."
Kasie grabbed her hand and whispered in her ear, "I thought you were just kidding, Tomboy. Sure you
want to do this? Your hubby's across the street."
"One hundred percent sure," Debbie nodded. She turned to the manager and said, "I just saw some
guys with blond hair and light blue eyes walk in. I like them."
She had warned Carlos before about this—if he hurt her, she would leave him and play with other men.
She kept her word.
The manager recognized the card on the table—it was the Diamond Black Card issued by the bank
under the ZL Group. Only three of those cards had been made. That meant she was super important,
and needed to be treated with the utmost respect. Whatever she asked for, he had to provide it. Not
only that, but that card provided a near-limitless line of credit. She could rack up the biggest bill ever
seen in that nightclub and she'd still be good for it. He bowed respectfully and said, "No problem.
They'll be here before you know it."
After leaving the booth, he told his men over the intercom, "Outfit Room 206 with the best snacks, a
fruit plate with imported fruits and a bottle of vintage wine..."
Within three minutes, the manager came back to the booth, followed by several tall, handsome men
with blond hair and light blue eyes.
Debbie looked at those men, eyes wide open. She just wanted to make Carlos jealous. It had seemed
like a good idea. But now that they were right there, she got cold feet.
"Ladies, these are the guys who our guests have enjoyed the most. Like what you see? I'm sure any of
them will...er...measure up," the manager offered.
Debbie gulped and poked Kasie. "Kasie, which one do you like?"
Kasie rolled her eyes and answered, "It was your bright idea. Why ask me? No thanks."
Debbie forced a smile and said, "We're best friends. We should do things together. Go ahead. Knock
yourself out." Then she nudged Kasie and pointed at the men.
Helpless, Kasie looked at her friend and said resignedly, "Fine. Just wait here."
She decided to do as Debbie asked. Standing in front of a row of handsome men, she gestured for
three of them to go to Debbie. "Serve her."
Before Debbie could say anything, the three men sat beside her. They had plastic grins, as they were
paid to smile. They also had thirsty eyes, which disconcerted her somewhat. She was hoping this
wouldn't go too far. One of them with pale skin opened his mouth saying, "Hey pretty girl. I'm David.
First time here? You look a bit nervous."
'Nervous? Is it that obvious?' Debbie was not used to the perfume they were wearing and tried to move
away from David so that she could take a deeper breath. But she forgot that there were two more men
sitting next to her. "Um...yeah," Debbie answered.
Kasie had two men to herself, holding their arms. Her fingers wouldn't even fit around their biceps. She
gave Debbie a dirty smile. "Tomboy, don't be so shy! We came here to enjoy ourselves."
Debbie was speechless. 'I'm not here to have fun. I just want to piss Carlos off. He should be here by
now. After all, Orchid Private Club is just across the street, ' she thought.
Coming back to reality, Debbie said to Kasie, "I've never been here. What do I do?"
Kasie and her two companions sat on the couch, and she was about to answer when someone opened
the door to the booth from the outside.
A group of people stormed in.
Unlike the handsome men in the booth, these people had a strong aura.
The manager could tell from their dresses and demeanor that they were rich and powerful. He asked a
dozen people to stand outside, in case these guests needed anything. He himself followed them so that
he could give them split-second service if necessary.
Carlos' eyes swept over the people in the booth. They narrowed when he caught sight of the woman
leaning against a man and sipping her wine.
Despite the cold winter, the booth was quite warm. The investment in the heating system paid off. The
woman was dressed in a tight black dress and wore heavy make-up. She was a sexy, spicy siren.
"Throw them out!"
he demanded coldly. Emmett gestured for the bodyguards to throw the rent boys out of the booth.
Debbie grew bolder when she saw her husband. She grabbed David's arm tightly, and snapped at
Carlos, "What are you doing? You have your mistress, and I have my guy. Fair's fair!"
Although David didn't recognize Carlos, he was intimidated by his menacing aura. He told Debbie in
fluent Chinese, "Miss, this man is pretty scary. I think I should jet. Hit me up later?"
Debbie rolled her eyes and snapped, "I'm not scared. You're a man! Act like it!"
Carlos was fuming mad as he thought they were flirting. That wasn't acceptable. That was his wife
David was talking to.
He came up to them, grabbed David by his collar and punched him in the face. His head lolled.
"Aaaargh!" David yelled at the top of his lungs. "Help me! Help—"
Debbie immediately grabbed Carlos' arm to stop him. "Why are you hitting him? Let him go!"
The manager was frightened. He rushed over to David and said, "Don't struggle, David. Let Mr. Huo
beat you. I'll pay you double your hourly rate..."
Everyone in the booth was struck speechless.
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