Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Chapter 138 Clean My Shoes

Many rich boys had had threesomes and foursomes before, but it was something that upper-class people talked about only behind closed doors.

Most people in the private booth were enraged by Jared's bluntness, especially Portia. Her face turned pale, and then livid. She pointed at Jared and yelled, "Jared Han, you're so shameless! Don't you dare think that we're as dirty as you are."

'How dare Jared insult Portia?!' The boy standing nearest to Jared fumed with rage. He grabbed Jared's collar with one hand and got ready to punch him in the face with the other. "Fuck you, Jared Han! You're really asking for it!"

Just as his fist was about to land on Jared's face, Kasie grabbed his arm and pulled it back. "Don't start a fight!"

Debbie staggered to the boy and patted him on his shoulder. "Hey, dude."

The boy turned to the drunk girl. Irritated by the smell of alcohol coming from her, he shouted, "Fuck off!"

Instead of getting angry, Debbie gave him a big sweet smile that caught him off guard.

The very next moment, she threw her fist toward his face. It was too late for the boy to dodge; he got a hard punch in the face.

"Ouch!" His hands flew up to hold his face in pain.

Debbie blew on her fist. It had been a long time since she had fought with anyone, so she was a little rusty now. Her hand was hurting so much that she wanted to cry.

Now that Debbie had started a fight, the room was in chaos. The boys gathered around Debbie and Jared in an attempt to avenge their dream girl, Portia.

Kasie didn't know how to fight, so Jared pushed her aside to protect her.

The room was in a mess.

to teach her a lesson. Although Kasie didn't know how to fight like Debbie, she wasn't a doormat. She grabbed an empty bottle, smashed

in the room couldn't afford to offend either party, so they tried

a spin kick, sending

I don't want to fight anymore.

"I'll take you

to Debbie, a boy hit him

to do was sleep. She went over to Jared and knocked the boys around him onto

move a few

Nian!" she

destroyed her night dress a couple of days ago and now she had stained her limited-edition boots. 'Damn

bid to sober up and asked,

calm down, then raised her left leg and put

Debbie nodded, "Sure."

of red dragon fruit from the fruit platter and spread it onto Portia's boot. "Actually, black boots don't suit you. Red ones look better. See?" Debbie sounded satisfied.

black boot was covered with the juice and flesh of the

eyes. Unable to maintain her elegant demeanor anymore, she yelled, "Debbie

to compensate. I have no money." All the

didn't have any money made Portia feel much better. She was pleased that Debbie was living a hard life. With a mocking smile, she said, "I don't care whether you have money or not, you must compensate for my boots. Oh, and the night dress as

a boy tried to hit Debbie on Portia's behalf, but Debbie knocked him down.

then, the door to the private booth was opened from the outside. Several policemen entered and shouted,

up her chin with her hands and fixed her eyes on Carlos, who was sitting opposite her and eating noodles. "Uncle Carlos, there's something I

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