Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Chapter: 147

“Why is Carlos so nice to her? How are they related?’ they mused.

Debbie knew Carlos was never a kindhearted man. If she told him the truth, he
would definitely deal with these people in the harshest means possible-he might
even throw them into the ocean or bury them alive

She didn’t want to bully others with Carlos’ resources, so she decided to smooth
things over and pretend that nothing had happened.

“Nothing happened. I smashed the private booth. I'm going to pay for it, said
indifferently.

Since she refused to tell him the truth, Carlos turned to Tristan and ordered,
“Tristan, make my wife the Lawful owner of this club.”

After a short pause, he added, “Contact the lawyer now!”

Everyone was held speechless by what Carlos had said. His words went down
like a bomb; the hallway went so still that you could even hear a pin as it
dropped.

Debbie was flabbergasted as well. She looked at Carlos with her jaws slack.
Soon, Damon came back to his senses and turned to Wesley.

“Hey, bro! Be ready to give me your pistol.”

Tristan swallowed hard, and without asking he took his phone out and dialed the
Lawyer's number. When the call was answered on the other end, he said, “Carlos
would like you to help him make his wife, Debbie

Nelson, the lawful owner of Orchid Private Club. As for her personal data, I'll
send everything you need via email. Please do it as soon as possible.”

“No, no, no! Please don’t do it.” After a long time, Debbie finally managed to say
something.

She grabbed Carlos* arm and stuttered, “Carlos... Boss... P-Please don’t make
such silly jokes. It's not funny at all.”

Carlos looked at his wife and then turned to the manager.

“The rest is up to you. If you fail to deal with it properly, you'll be sorry for the rest
of your life. Kneel down and apologize to her!”

“y-Yes... Carlos... Miss Debbie...” The manager almost pissed in his pants as his
knees touched the floor.

With what Carlos had ordered, Debbie was raised from being a student to being
the boss of a high-end club. Needless to say, the share-out bonus of which was
up to hundreds of millions a year.

“Carlos, Listen to me...” Debbie demanded in a stern voice.

But before she could make him turn, Carlos grabbed her hand and led her to the
exit of the club.

Upon seeing this, the girls inside the club were awed with mixed emotions—
envious, jealous, unconvinced, and frustrated. They watched the ideal man of
their dreams walking away with a girl, hand in hand.

Their hearts broke into pieces.

Seated inside the Emperor car, Debbie and Carlos were in the backseat, while
Tristan was in the passenger seat. The driver started the engine and swiftly drove
off.

No one broke the silence on the way to the villa. As the car halted to a stop,
Tristan bid them goodbye at the entrance and closed the gates behind him.
Debbie confronted Carlos, who was now drinking water.

“Carlos, I really appreciate the way you saved me in that club. Now that we are
home and nobody is watching us, I hope you can call your lawyer and tell him not
to make me the owner of that club.