Chapter 62 You Are Worth Ten Billion

To prove Carlos meant it, Tristan took out his phone and sent him Carlos' phone number. "Jared, this is Mr. Huo's number."

Everyone was surprised.

Debbie wondered why Carlos was so possessive. Obviously, he was trying to keep her from Jared. Worried about where this was leading, she raised her head and declared, "Jared and I are just good friends. How can you undermine our friendship like this? It's uncalled for."

Unexpectedly, Jared cut in before Carlos could respond. "Mr. Huo, I'm so glad to hear what you just said. Before, Debbie, the naive girl, did so much for Hayden. But the moron didn't appreciate it at all. Now, finally, there is a man who cares about her. I'll do anything you say. If Tomboy needs help or anything, I'll be the first to call you."

Among Debbie's friends, Jared had known her for the longest time. He knew everything that happened between her and her ex-boyfriend Hayden. As far as he knew, Hayden was to blame for Debbie's tomboy tendencies.

But right now, Debbie was surprised by something Jared had said. Since when did she become naive in Jared's eyes?

Carlos was quite pleased with what Jared had said. Yet the name Hayden made his eyes dim. "Tristan, send them home."

"Yes, Mr. Huo."

When the couple were left alone in the private booth, Carlos turned to Debbie.

Finding her in a daze, he pulled her into his arms and sat her on his lap. Unaccustomed to such intimacy, Debbie struggled to stand up.

But Carlos wrapped his arms around her tighter and whispered in her ear, "Hayden, huh?" That was the first time he had heard that name, but quickly he connected the dots and remembered the man who had called her Deb in the messages and said he missed her.

It must be the same guy.

"What?" Debbie didn't understand what he had meant by that, but Carlos didn't explain.

Instead, he kissed her.

Apparently, he was angry. The kiss was impudent and overbearing, and his hands were not gentle either. In his grip, she now felt trapped, and powerless, despite her many years of rigorous martial arts training.

Next, he threw her onto the table roughly. Fearing that she might fall, Debbie locked her arms around Carlos' neck while his hands were

insulted. If it was his money she was after, she wouldn't have only taken a little from her monthly allowance, nor would she have asked for a divorce.

Reading from a different script, however, Carlos found her charming at that moment. It was not because she didn't want his money. It was just that she looked so proud and confident when she told him what kind of person she was.

Watching the serious look on her face when she spoke, Carlos let out a chuckle.

However, that chuckle came across as a taunt. Debbie was too young to understand what he was thinking. "That's not funny!" she snapped. "Let's go to the Civil Affairs Department and get a divorce right now. I will never bother you again..."

In the amidst of her rant, however, Carlos leaned close and kissed her fiercely.

Over the years, he might have had more than his fair share of women, but no one could come close to this special woman. No matter what her moods were, he always found her cute.

By now she had freed herself from his embrace. Angrily, she demanded, "Hey, what do you want?"

Regardless of her obvious irritation, Carlos grabbed her tight again. He patted her back and comforted her. "Don't worry. I won't force you into anything, unless it is what you want."

Somehow, that relieved her. But she wanted an apology, which he didn't seem ready to give directly. 'The ego problems, ' Debbie thought.

Giving him an annoyed snort, she grabbed her backpack and was ready to leave.