Chapter 65 Busted

After Debbie had downed three glasses of liquor, she'd earned more than 10, 000 dollars.

Jared finally revealed himself. He was tipsy, and staggered out of the bathroom, slumping back into his seat. Since there was a throng surrounding Debbie at that moment, Jared couldn't see her, so he turned his attention to the girl he had met earlier.

By the time Kristina found him, Debbie had already drunk seven glasses of liquor. She let him know, and the news sobered him.

Jared rushed to Debbie, snatched the glass from her hand, and snarled, "What the hell do you think you're doing? How much have you had?" Noticing the thick wad of notes, Jared shivered. 'If Mr. Huo finds out about this, I'm screwed.'

Debbie waved her hand and said, "Eh, relax. Look at the money I've made. Thousands of dollars a glass. And I'm not drunk yet."

She really could hold her liquor. After seven glasses, her face was red but she was only a bit tipsy.

She was in a good mood now. She figured she could drink more and make more money. The man in the bar poured another glass of liquor for her. Once again, she emptied the glass and took the wad of notes thrown on the table.

Her husband Carlos was rich and generous, but she considered it wise to have some private savings, just in case she and Carlos got divorced one day. She didn't want to end up homeless and penniless after the divorce. And she figured she'd found her calling.

Seeing that Debbie wouldn't listen to him, Jared cleared his throat and shouted at the man, "Go away! Do you have any clue who she is? You have some serious stones to get her drunk like this. You're playing with fire!"

Jared wasn't a regular. As a matter of fact, it was no short drive for him to get here. The only reason he was here was Debbie. So the man didn't know either of them. Jared's words didn't faze the man. He just shrugged and assumed an innocent tone. "You saw it. I didn't force her. She wanted to drink."

It frustrated Jared that what the man had said was true. He wanted to punch the man in the face, but he lacked a reason. Then he whispered in Debbie's ear, "Think about your husband. You forget what he did to us the last time we got drunk? And that was just beer. But you've put a lot of glasses away. What do you think he's going to do when he finds out?"

The thought of her husband made Debbie tremble. "Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?" she complained and belched.

ebbie had gotten so drunk. He must get her back before Carlos got home so she could take a shower and go to bed. If she were asleep, Carlos wouldn't bother her.

The manager knew Jared as a rich kid. Although he wasn't as important as the man upstairs, the manager didn't dare to offend him either. "Mr. Han, to be honest, even your brother wouldn't dare to mess with the guy upstairs. I think you better let her sing," he explained to Jared politely.

Few people could make the manager so afraid. Bernard looked at him and thought the person upstairs must be pretty important. "Who is his brother? And who is the person upstairs?" he asked, pointing at Jared.

"His brother is Damon and the name of the person upstairs is confidential," the manager answered impatiently.

Learning that Jared was Damon's brother, Bernard instantly shut up. For a moment, he couldn't feel his legs anymore. The money was forgotten and his head even didn't hurt so much anymore all of a sudden. All he could think of was running as fast as he could.

In fact, Jared didn't know Damon well. There were a lot of people that his brother wouldn't dare to offend. Therefore, he didn't think this was such a big deal. "I don't care who is upstairs. I intend to get her out of here. Move away!"

At that moment, he had forgotten that there was one person who made him care—Carlos. Later, when Jared saw the person upstairs, he wished he could take back what he had just said.

Debbie's eyelids were getting heavy. The liquor had a strong delayed effect. It was starting to go to her head. If they stayed any longer, she might pass out.