Burning Passion: Love Never Die

At this moment, Curtis and Colleen were at her side. Carlos insisted they show up. They were sharing a moment in the car earlier when he called.

The man had just straightened his suit. But his tie was still slightly crooked, his normally perfect hair a bit mussed. Not to mention his slightly flushed cheeks and the goofy smile on his face.

“Debbie, what’s the matter?” he asked.

Before Debbie could say anything, the old lady of the Hue family saw

Curtis and regarded him with a sour face.

“Let me guess, Curtis. You’ll take responsibility for her too?”

Curtis smiled and answered politely, “Yes, Mrs. Hue. Debbie is young and made a mistake. I apologize for any trouble she’s caused.”

Hearing this, Emmett tugged at his sleeve and reminded him, “Remember

Curtis, Carlos didn’t call because he wanted you to apologize.”

Having anticipated what Curtis might do, Carlos had asked Emmett to remind him at the right moment. That was Carlos, always at least one step ahead, and usually three. That was why he was successful at business and at Go.

Curtis knew how Carlos usually took care of things, but that was not his style. He preferred to solve problems the mild way. But if that didn’t work and things got out of hand, heads would roll for that.

The others couldn’t hear what Emmett was whispering to Curtis. They all thought that he was begging Curtis to help “his wife” Debbie out.

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Mrs. Hue had always been pompous. Even in Hayden’s and Curtis’ presence, she was hostile.

“I want her to apologize! And pay for the dresses! No-I want three times their worth. For emotional distress!”

“Right!” the crowd echoed.

Curtis didn’t get angry. His mood remained steady. He looked at Debbie with a smile and asked, “Debbie, you bad girl, you. You okay?” He sounded slightly reproachful, but there was no trace of blame in his eyes at all.

Mrs. Eveque cut in, “Curtis, it was our daughters who fell, not her.”

Curtis turned to her.

“I know you want her to apologize, but shouldn’t we find out what happened first?”

Gail couldn’t hold her tongue anymore. She pointed at Debbie angrily and shouted, “Mr. Loftus, she poured red wine on us and pushed us!

Everyone saw it! That’s the truth! What else do you need to know?”

‘Why? Why are so many wonderful men protecting this… this… tomboy?

It’s not fair!’

Lucinda was so mad at Gail’s behavior she almost fainted. Her face was beet red now.