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.

Several of Portia's girlfriends ran toward Kasie, planning 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 it onto the table, and pointed the broken half at the girls. The girls immediately stopped in their tracks in fear.

Some of the people in the room couldn't afford to offend either party, so they tried to stop the fight but to no avail.

One of the boys tried to catch Debbie off guard, but she gave him a spin kick, sending him flying backward. He rolled back and forth on the floor, wailing in pain.

Debbie belched loudly and murmured, "Jared, I don't want to fight anymore. I want to sleep."

With a sigh of resignation, Jared said, "I'll take you home after I beat these guys... Aaaaargh! That hurts!"

While Jared was talking to Debbie, a boy hit him in the eye.

All Debbie wanted to do was sleep. She went over to Jared and knocked the boys around him onto the floor effortlessly.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Portia standing there as if the whole scene had nothing to do with her. She kicked the table beside Portia, causing it to move a few centimeters. The wine bottle on the table fell onto its side and the wine poured out. Portia wasn't fast enough to dodge it, so the wine stained her expensive boots.

"Debbie Nian!" she cried hysterically.

Debbie had destroyed her night dress a couple of days ago and now she had stained her limited-edition boots. 'Damn bitch!' Portia cursed inwardly.

Debbie shook her head in a bid to sober up and asked, "You called me? What for?"

Realizing that Debbie was drunk, Portia took a deep breath to calm down, then raised her left leg and put her foot down on the chair. "Clean my boots!" she ordered. Obviously, she wanted to insult Debbie.

Debbie nodded, "Sure."

She grabbed a piece 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.

The black boot was covered with the juice and flesh of the red dragon fruit.

Portia couldn't believe her eyes. Unable to maintain her elegant demeanor anymore, she yelled, "Debbie Nian! These boots cost me $130, 000. Do you think you can afford to compensate?"

Debbie shook her head honestly. "I can't afford to compensate. I have no money." All the money she used was from Carlos.

Hearing that Debbie 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 well. Otherwise, I will teach you a lesson."

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

Just then, the door to the private booth was opened from the outside. Several policemen entered and shouted, "Don't move!"

Meanwhile, in a new three-story villa, Megan propped 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 want to tell you..."

"Go on." Although Carlos looked calm and composed, his thoughts were all on Debbie.

Megan hesitated for a long time, as if she was struggling for words. Finally, she said in a low voice, "I saw a man kissing Aunt Debbie in an underground car park the other day."

Carlos froze for a moment, and then said, "Okay. I already know that." Then, he continued eating the noodles as if what Megan had just said wasn't a big deal.

Silence befell the dining room. With an embarrassed smile, Megan tried to defend herself by saying, "You know, I'm not a girl who speaks ill of other people behind their backs. But... Uncle Carlos, you need to understand that I'm only saying this for your sake. To be honest, a woman like Debbie Nian doesn't deserve..."

"Megan!" Carlos interrupted her in a stern voice.

Tears welled up in Megan's eyes as she continued stubbornly, "Uncle Carlos, you never used to scold me for anything. But ever since Debbie popped up from nowhere... If she behaved herself, I'd be willing to call her my aunt. But you've seen it with your own eyes. She has a close relationship with Jared Han and even dated another man while you were away."

Carlos put down the chopsticks, picked up a tissue to clean his mouth, and said with an emotionless face, "Megan, you've misunderstood her. She and Jared have been good friends for many years. Do not say such things ever again, okay? Go to bed early."

Then, he stood up from his seat, adjusted his suit, and walked toward the gates of the villa.

Megan jumped to her feet, trotted after him and held his waist as he changed his shoes. She pressed her cheek against his back and pleaded, "Uncle Carlos, please don't be angry at me. I just want you to be happy."

Carlos was not pleased with how she was acting. He shifted away from her and said in a cold voice, "I know what you meant to say, but you're overreacting. It's very late. You need to sleep now."

Sensing that he was in a bad mood, Megan took a step back and said obediently, "I'm glad you know that, Uncle Carlos. I'll go to bed now. Have a safe drive."

Megan knew how to manipulate Carlos' mood. As expected, his face softened at her words. He nodded and left the villa.

Inside his Emperor car, Carlos leaned back against his seat with his eyes shut.

Emmett, the driver, stole a glance at his boss and then, carefully choosing his words, said, "Mr. Huo, we have to attend the open tender in the nearby city tomorrow morning. When are we leaving for the city?"