Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 261

Debbie and Jared started exchanging heavy punches. Kasie, Kristina, Dixon, and Sasha watched helplessly as Debbie pressed Jared against the floor and beat him mercilessly.

Jared cursed, "Tomboy, I'm breaking off all ties with you. We're not friends anymore."

"Oh really? That's exactly what I was thinking. I better beat you to a pulp today so that I don't have to see your dumb face again," Debbie snapped back. She hit him blow after blow. Jared could only cover his face and try to dodge her punches.

Wiping off her tears, Sasha grabbed Debbie's wrist and pleaded, "Deb, don't hit him. His face is already black and blue."

Debbie grabbed Jared's collar with her other hand and said through gritted teeth, "I am not done yet. No one is allowed to bully my cousin. Jared, you are no exception."

Jared's face was killing him. He shouted at Dixon, "Bro, why are you standing still there? Pull this woman off me!"

He and Debbie used to fight against others all the time, and he thought she was pretty cool. But today, he was the one at the receiving end of her anger, and it hurt like hell.

Dixon said casually, "You asked me to let go of you, and I did."

Words failed Jared.

Debbie still refused to let him go. At that moment, her phone rang. Kasie picked it up from the table and saw the caller ID. She heaved a sigh of relief. "Tomboy, it's your husband. Answer it," she said anxiously.

Debbie yelled, "No! Because of him, Dixon and I have to go abroad, and Jared and I are fighting against each other." Saying that, she gave Jared another punch in his face.

Jared cried bitterly, "Tomboy, if it's your husband's fault, then why are you still hitting me?"

Sighing in defeat, Kasie answered Debbie's phone. In a low voice, she said into the phone, "Mr. Huo, we're in Room 2203. Debbie and Jared got into a fight, and we are unable to stop them. Please come quickly."

The phone was disconnected immediately, and within two minutes, the door to the private booth was pushed open from the outside. Carlos' tall figure came into view.

He felt much relieved when he saw it was Jared who got beaten.

"Hello, Mr. Huo."

"Mr. Huo, good evening." Everyone except Debbie and Jared greeted Carlos respectfully.

Seeing her husband, Debbie wheezed, "Carlos, you are right on time. Beat the hell out of him! I'm tired."

The rest of them gaped at her.

Carlos pulled his wife away from Jared and stroked her hand. "Your hand must be hurting," he said softly.

"Yeah," she nodded honestly.

Jared was tall and thin; he had so little fat that it hurt to hit him.

'I knew it, ' Carlos thought. He led Debbie to the table and gave her an empty beer bottle. "Here, hit him with this. Your hand won't hurt this way. Go on."

'Seriously?!' The rest of them looked at Carlos in stunned disbelief. 'Is Mr. Huo really here to stop them from fighting?'

Debbie was amused, and her anger evaporated. She put the bottle back on the table, and grabbed Carlos' hand. "Never mind. I'm not angry anymore. If I break his head with the bottle, I will end up in jail."

Dixon and Sasha helped Jared to his feet. His nose was bleeding and his face was swollen. Sasha asked anxiously, "Does it hurt? Let me take you to the hospital."

Ignoring her, Jared looked angrily at Debbie and said, "Humph! You made the right choice. If you beat me to death, then there will be no one to back you up when you fight against other people."

Rubbing Debbie's hand, Carlos said coldly, "I'll back her up after your death."