Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Chapter: 187

Her phone was still ringing on the floor. When she saw the caller ID

“Old Man’ on the screen, she almost cried with joy.

He had come. For her!

Carlos glanced at the storekeeper, walked to the door of the bedroom at a steady pace, and kicked it open.

What he saw inside the room made his heart tighten into a knot. His face purpled in rage.

The girl was held on the floor by two men. Her clothes were a mess. Her face was pressed against the floor, her mouth covered. Her hands had been twisted behind her back.

Debbie was being treated made Carlos’ blood boil. He walked over grimly like a soul slayer and, before the two robust men could realize it, he sent one of them sprawling onto the floor and

the disheveled hair out of her eyes and asked in a whisper, “Are you okay?”

her cheeks, Debbie nodded to

a safe distance from the two fallen men, and then he walked back to them. He hauled one man up, twisted one of his arms behind his back, and then with one snap, dislocated the man’s arm. The man yelled

the other man’s arm got broken

with his own bare hands. Seeing his rage, Debbie started to worry whether Carlos would kill them. Those men cried and yelled as if they were pigs being taken to an abattoir. After a long while that seemed like a century to the men, Carlos finally decided to rest his

the storekeeper was waiting for Carlos, on his

two men up without saying anything, she had assumed that he would never bother to ask the cause of the

second. She pointed at the Lucky peace buckle on the showcase and said, “They forced me to buy that Lucky peace buckle and

at the Lucky peace buckle and didn’t utter

worth that much. Of course I wouldn’t buy it. Then they locked me up in that

snatched away my purse and wanted to swipe my bank card. I’m sorry, your

glance, Carlos knew that the Lucky peace