True Love Waits

Chapter 70 Smash The Damn Store

The way 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 kicked the other one to the side of the shabby bed.

Carlos helped Debbie sit up and held her in his arms. Her hair was all messed up. He gently brushed the disheveled hair out of her eyes and asked in a whisper, "Are you okay?" There were some scratches on her face. Worried that it might hurt, he didn't touch her face and just blew some dust off it.

With teardrops flowing down her cheeks, Debbie nodded to convey to him that she was okay.

Carlos kept her at 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 miserably in pain.

While Debbie was exercising her wrists, the other man's arm got broken by virtue of Carlos' actions.

She was impressed when she saw Carlos take down the two sturdy men so quickly 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 arms and attend Debbie.

He relaxed his wrists, helped Debbie up, and carried her out of the room. When they came outside, the storekeeper was waiting for Carlos, on his knees. Obviously, he had realized that he had made a huge mistake by messing with the wrong person.

"What happened?" Carlos asked Debbie coldly. Debbie was surprised at the question. Since Carlos had beaten the two men up without saying anything, she had assumed that he would never bother to ask the cause of the matter. 'Did he lose his rationality because of me?'

That thought crossed her mind, but only for a second. She pointed at the lucky peace buckle on the showcase and said, "They forced me to buy that lucky peace buckle and wouldn't let me leave unless I gave them the money."

Carlos glanced at the lucky peace buckle and didn't utter a word.

Debbie continued, "They asked for $28, 000, but it wasn't worth that much. Of course I wouldn't buy it. Then they locked me up in that room. They also snatched away my purse and wanted to swipe my bank card. I'm sorry, your card."

With only one glance, Carlos knew that the lucky peace buckle was fake. It wasn't even worth $100, let alone $28, 000. And the worst part was that they had tried to coerce his wife into buying it.

Carlos let go of Debbie's hand, walked over to the showcase, and kicked it so hard that the entire showcase crumbled into pieces.

The fake emerald items displayed inside the showcase got dismantled in a second.

before. She

to Tristan

to the men behind him and a dozen men came forward and

begged in tears, but

people heard the noise inside, they didn't know exactly what happened. Hence, there

in a lane hand in hand, both keeping their mouths shut as though to not disturb

was thinking that since Carlos had found her, he must also know where she stayed. For obvious reasons, she then realized that they were heading for her hotel. "Old man," she

didn't respond, nor did he look back. He

"Carlos Huo."

Silence.

"Mr. Huo."

response. The

longer, Debbie trotted ahead

a cold glance at her, but

thank you for saving me

jacket, and draped it over her dirty white casual jacket. The gesture gave her a lot of confidence standing beside him. While she still seemed to fidget, he picked her up, carried her in his arms and walked

treated her this way. He treated her as if she were the most precious thing in his

"Old man "

her lose all the courage she had to continue with what she

as bad as I thought. At least she got herself a room

down, locked the

held his hand and asked, "W-What are

"You!" he answered curtly.

pit of confusion. When she realized what he literally meant,

she cursed in her heart. "No, don't. Old man, I apologize. I'm

to strip off her jacket, as if he couldn't hear her. Debbie clutched her clothes tightly, but then he

a gentleman! How can you be such a