Carlos’ eyes darkened, his disdainful expression frozen in place.

Suddenly, he stood up from his seat and threw his glass to the wall with all his might as if trying to vent his frustration.

As soon as the glass hit the wall, it was shattered to pieces, scattering shards across the floor. No one dared to utter another word after that.

Niles stroked his hair to conceal his nervousness. He had known Carlos for many years, but this was the first time he had seen him like this.

Carlos had a long face even before he entered the private booth. And now, he Looked Like a ferocious lion about to tear its prey apart.

Wesley got off the phone and stopped Carlos from kicking the table in anger.

“Carlos, calm down!”

onto the sofa. He then grabbed Curtis’ glass and gulped

in Carlos’ hand and thought, ‘Carlos

a bottle of liquor and waved it before

some of the hard

glance at his friends and said, “No one will

cursed inwardly, ‘Carlos, do you have to be so

Curtis with his elbow and whispered, “Why would you ask him to drink liquor? Now we’ll have to drink with him. Don’t you know that my wife won’t Let me touch her if

and patted Damon on

You’re just boasting in front of him because Carlos won’t be able to hug his

Stephanie over so that he can hug

suppressing his urge to kick Damon, and put it

he wants to

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