Take My Breath Away

Chapter 351: Drown Sorrows In Alcohol

Chapter 351: Drown Sorrows In Alcohol

Later on, that man just ran away eventually, so Jared had to go after him. And during that day, Kasie just happened to be enjoying a cup of coffee there. Unfortunately for her, she had been forced to pay for all of the damages Jared had caused.         

    

Once Jared finally sobered up after getting some much-needed rest, he couldn't remember anything about what happened.     

The person who was having a cup of coffee along with Kasie was acquainted with Sasha as well. So, she told her about the mess he had made at the cafe.     

It should go without saying that Sasha felt so terrible upon finding that out. She offered to pay Kasie back for it, but she persistently refused to accept her money, telling her that if Jared footed her bill next time, then they could call it quits.     

"She just had to pay for less than a million and here I am left with no choice but to pay several million." Jared clenched his teeth, fuming with intense anger.     

With one hand propped against her chin, Kasie leisurely browsed the menu. Then, she swiftly scanned the club, checking the people there with them. "From what I could gather, you would have to pay roughly around ten million, but that's just an approximation. Why don't you just go ahead and ask the manager o give you a discount? Loosen up a bit. You're going to be alright."     

"Ten... ten million!" Jared blurted out, feeling so frustrated. Paying no attention to him, Kasie moved on and asked Debbie,     

"Tomboy, what are you gonna be having? Look at the menu and see if there's anything you might like."     

Placing her phone down at the table, Debbie checked the menu. "I would love to have a hard drink. It's been ages since the last time we were able to go out to grab a drink like this. We're going to be drinking to our hearts' content tonight. Okay?"     

One would easily be able to sense the hint of dejection in her words. It seemed as though she was intending to drown her sorrows in alcohol at that moment.     

That being the case, her friends wanted to be there for her to keep her company and go drinking. With a snap of his finger, Jared called the attention of the waiter standing close to them. "Waiter, give us ten bottles of whisky please."     

Everyone around them had been left dumbfounded after hearing him say that. 'Man, do you really have to order that much whisky?' a lot of the onlookers wondered.     

It was quite obvious that Debbie was really planning to drown her sorrows in all of that alcohol. It was not like she could hold her liquor at all, but the second the whisky was served, she wasted no time and chugged down two glasses in an instant.     

As she got to her third glass, she was already beginning to ramble about everything. Somewhere along the middle of that, she even got into a discussion with Jared about a random topic.     

Kasie wanted to prevent her from downing her fourth glass. However, Debbie tightly held onto her, with tears welling up in her eyes, and cried out, "Kasie, please just let me drink for now. Once I get so drunk and fall asleep, maybe it will stop hurting this much."     

It pained Kasie to see her close friend in that state. Giving her a pat on the back, she tried to comfort her, "Deb, you've already had quite a lot to drink. I'm just really concerned about you."     

"There's no need for you to worry about me. I still have room for more. Back when I was in Z Country, there was one time where I drank five bottles of Royal Salute with my workmates." That had truly been such a hard time for Debbie. Not only did she have to look after Piggy on her own while working, but at the same time, she also had no choice but to interact with various kinds of people.     

'Five bottles of spirit...' At the thought of that, Kasie was already about to cry. "Alright, I'm going to drink with you until you're satisfied," she replied.     

Jared and Sasha were having a conversation. On the other hand, Kasie's friend headed over toward the dance floor after drinking with them for a while. Eventually, Kasie and Debbie ended up getting so drunk after having too much to drink. They walked toward the dance floor with their hands over each other's shoulders and their bodies flailing all over the place.     

They stumbled upon two good-looking guys as they were heading to the dance floor. Holding one man's chin with her finger, Debbie lifted his face to take a closer look and playfully told him, "Hi, you're kinda cute. Would you like to have a drink?"     

The man she approached, who was actually used to flirting with women quite often, became red-flushed the moment she talked to him. Stumbling over his words, he answered, "Of course. I think you're b-beautiful. L-let me go ahead and buy you a drink."     

Debbie let go of Kasie, flinging herself over to that man.     

Both of them were actually playboys who would frequent night clubs to meet random women. They managed to reel in lots of girls just because they looked so attractive. The second Debbie approached the man, he instantaneously wrapped his arms around her waist and helped her stay up.     

Kasie desperately wanted to stop Debbie from going on her own, but she was just truly much too drunk to stand on her own two feet. The man held Debbie in his arms.     

The other man walked closer to Kasie to hit on her. Kasie, feeling so intoxicated, simply shook her head and pointed over to their booth. "Take me to that booth over there." She asked the man to assist her.     

Without saying a word, the guy brought her back to their booth. Meanwhile, as Jared and Sasha were still casually talking about something, Kasie suddenly slapped Jared's head. "Who the hell did that? Who hit me? Kasie? For god's sake, you're so drunk. Wait, where is Tomboy? She's gone!"         

    

"Hurry! Look for Tomboy. She... she went along with some other man. I didn't have any strength left to stop her." After managing to tell them that, Kasie instantly collapsed on the sofa due to so much drunkenness.     

The second he found out that Debbie had gone with a stranger, Jared inspected the area around the dance floor. After realizing she was nowhere in sight, he yelled, "Crap! God forbid that she does anything stupid." Keeping in mind that Debbie felt so devastated after seeing Carlos kiss Stephanie, Jared got worried that, due to being so drunk, she might end up getting into a room with a man she had just met in the club to get back at Carlos for breaking her heart.     

The man who had accompanied Kasie to their booth happened to recognize who Jared was. He chimed in, "Mr. Han, please don't fret. I'm going to call my friend right away."     

Wasting no time after hearing him say that he would be able to reach his friend, Jared spurred him to do it as soon as possible. "Quick. Call him right away."     

"Okay," the man politely replied as he dialed his friend's number, putting his phone closer to his ear. After a while, he told Jared, "It just keeps on ringing. He's not picking up his phone."     

As all of that was happening, the other man was trying to take Debbie out of the club. "Hottie, are you sure you really wanna come with me?"     

"Yes, of course. Come on and dance with me. Huh? Where are we? Why aren't we on the dance floor yet?" Feeling a bit disoriented, Debbie tried opening her eyes. Examining the area, she felt so lost and asked, "Where am I? What is this place?"     

She was somewhat aware that she was nowhere near the dance floor. However, she was so lightheaded and so out of it that she couldn't think straight.     

As they exited the club, the man had his arm wrapped around Debbie's waist. He noticed that his phone had been ringing nonstop, but he was so preoccupied with the pretty lady that he didn't bother checking who it was and simply hung up. Helping the inebriated woman stay upright, he wanted to quickly bring her over to the parking lot.     

Just as he was about to make his move, a crowd of brawny men suddenly appeared in front of him from seemingly out of nowhere.     

When he lifted his head up to check what was happening, he saw that the person right in front of them was a sophisticated man with a handful of bodyguards wearing suits standing behind him. The elegant man's glare looked so razor-sharp and menacing that it sent shivers down the spine of the guy carrying Debbie and made him lose the strength in his legs. "Mr. Huo?"     

With just a single glance, the man immediately recognized who Carlos was.     

He had actually seen Carlos a couple of times before already, but this was the very first time he had ever had an actual conversation with him.     

"Bring her to me this instant," Carlos demanded, quite intimidatingly. Without delay, the man handed Debbie over to Carlos at once.     

Women are a dime a dozen. He wouldn't ever dare to displease Carlos over a single woman.     

Debbie seemed to have been murmuring something. Instructing his bodyguards, he told them, "Make sure that he gets banned from entering any of the clubs or any other entertainment venues throughout Y City from this day forward."     

"As you wish, Mr. Huo!"     

The man was left so dumbfounded, not to mention frightened, without a single clue what he had done to offend Carlos. He had made sure to be cooperative and tread carefully. So, why was Carlos still prohibiting him from going to the city's hotspots?     

Be that as it might, he didn't have the guts to say anything back. He answered the bodyguards' questions as best as he could. Then he listened as the bodyguards made phone calls to shut him out of entertainment facilities.     

Lifting Debbie up, Carlos went ahead and carried her into his car. The stench she had on her made him flinch. Just what was it with him and alcohol tonight? Prior to that, he had to pick up Stephanie, who got drunk as well. And much to his surprise, Debbie was even more intoxicated.     

Recognizing a familiar scent from Carlos, Debbie nuzzled up to him. "Hey, what's taking you so long? Why are we still not on the dance floor yet? Come on. What's the matter? Can you dance or not? I bet you can't," she mumbled.     

Second later, she heard the car door shut. Squinting her eyes, she innocently asked, "Huh? What is a car door doing here in the middle of the dance floor? Is this some sort of modern technology?"