True Love Waits

Chapter 352 Promise Me

When Debbie saw Carlos' gloomy face, her mind went blank for a moment. "Oh, it's you, old man. No, you can't be here. I must have made a mistake." He should be enjoying his girlfriend's company right now. Does he have time for me?' conflicting thoughts ran through her mind.

With her eyes closed, she leaned against his chest, smelling his enchanting scent.

"Where to, Mr. Huo?" asked Carlos' assistant, who was ready in the driver's seat.

For the six months he had been on the job, he had never seen Carlos hug another woman besides Stephanie. This was a first.

Carlos was quiet for a moment. He looked out the window, stroked his brow and said, "Go to Champs Bay Apartments." "Yes, Mr. Huo."

The car pulled into Champs Bay Apartments in about ten minutes, where on arrival, Carlos' phone rang. A call from Curtis.

"Hi," he answered at once.

"Carlos, Jared told me he couldn't find Debbie. Do you know where she is?" While Jared anxiously looked for her, Debbie had left her phone on the couch at the club. In his frantic efforts to find her, he had called Curtis.

"Yes, I do," Carlos replied faintly.

"Good. Jared said she was drunk. Take care of her, OK?" said Curtis, feeling relieved.

"Alright."

Elsewhere, Jared was still worried. Only after Curtis called back and told him about her whereabouts did he get some rest.

'How did Carlos take her so quietly? He is like a ghost, Jared reflected.

was no fun in the club for him. He decided to leave. The bill would cost him a fortune, though. He went to the manager. "Good

manager smiled politely. "You wouldn't be able to pay off even if you washed the dishes here for 20

away, and ask him to settle up." Jared

wouldn't get ripped off willingly, not to mention the bill was ridiculously high. He called Jared. Yet Jared said calmly, "In the past years, as the elder brother, you didn't take care of me at all. Just consider this bill as your way to make up

as if you were a baby in the last three years? Are you crazy, or something? Take care of you, my foot!"

are too. Anyway, that's beside the point. Thing is, either you pay or I'll call Adriana and tell her last week you went to dinner with

blackmail worked like magic. Without further ado, Damon caved in. "You evil little son of a bitch!" he cursed again. The dinner with the supermodels was an official event. A normal part of business for him,

a whole grown up, a party animal who couldn't fund his extravagant lifestyle. "Then you are the older son of a bitch. You are my brother, you have to help me out. Moreover,

Damon cursed when he looked at his phone only to

she looked at her angry husband and asked with concern, "What's going on? Who has

nothing. Go back to sleep." Angrily, he put his phone

asleep again, he texted his assistant and told him to bring the money

elevator with Debbie in his

to the fingerprint scanner, put her down and told her to open

had to grab her hand

he had lost his patience. Once more, he carried her

down, Debbie's stomach churned. As soon as Carlos put her down

to grab

puke loud and

eased up when he

supporting

with a slur. "Old man? Why are you here?" she

warm water. "Drink this. It'll help,"

hand and continued walking, pressing against the wall. "Go take

and arranged for one of his drivers to