NovelEnglishCarlos’ eyes darkened, his disdainful expression frozen in place.
Suddenly, he stood up from his seat and threw his glass to the wall with all his might as if trying to vent his frustration.
As soon as the glass hit the wall, it was shattered to pieces, scattering shards across the floor. No one dared to utter another word after that.
Niles stroked his hair to conceal his nervousness. He had known Carlos for many years, but this was the first the had seen him like this.
Carlos had a long face even before he entered the private booth. And now, he Looked Like a ferocious lion about to tear its prey apart.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWesley got off the phone and stopped Carlos from kicking the table in anger.
“Carlos, calm down!”
Carlos shook off his arm, pulled out his tie and threw it onto the sofa. He then grabbed Curtis’ glass and gulped it down in one go.
Curtis looked at his empty glass in Carlos’ hand and thought, ‘Carlos aren’t you a germophobe?’
He grabbed a bottle of liquor and waved it before Carlos.
“Let’s get sof the hard stuff.”
Carlos nodded, cast a freezing glance at his friends and said, “No one will be allowed to leave today.”
The others rolled their eyes secretly and cursed inwardly, ‘Carlos, do you have to be so bossy?”
Damon nudged at Curtis with his elbow and whispered, “Why would you ask him to drink liquor? Now we’ll have to drink with him. Don’t you know that my wife won’t Lettouch her if I go hdrunk? Damn it, man!”
Curtis chuckled and patted Damon on the back.
“Seriously? You’re just boasting in front of him because Carlos won’t be able to hug his woman regardless of whether he is drunk or sober as a nun.”
Damon snapped, “Well, if he wants to hug his woman, I’LL call Stephanie over so that he can hug her as long as he wants.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCurtis poured a glass of liquor, suppressing his urge to kick Damon, and put it on the table.
“You think he wants to hug Stephanie?”
“Not Stephanie? He’s missing Pepper Debbie? That’s nonsense. He’s already engaged to Stephanie,” Damon retorted in disbelief.
“Damon!” Carlos called out his nin anger.
“What’s up, dude?” Damon casually turned to look at Carlos, as if he had no idea of what was going on.
“Our Singapore branch is in dire need of a regional president. I think your wife will be perfect for that position,” Carlos said in a calm voice.
“What? No! Carlos, no, Carlos. You know I can’t leave Alorith right now. You can’t separate us Like that.” Anxious, Damon stood up, picked up the glass of Liquor Curtis had just poured, and sat next to Carlos
Carlos had his eyes shut tight.
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