Carlos was a martial artist. Despite being in his 60s already, he was still good and pretty quick. He continued to charge after Sheffield.

Damon and Wesley ran after him, trying to stop him.

Joshua was starting to get frustrated. ‘Why are they fighting with each other again?’

"Joshua, run! Quick!" Sheffield pushed him to urge him to run.

Joshua was confused. He wasn't Carlos’ target, so why should he run? If he did, it would look like he was guilty of something too.

This was bad, really bad. These men chasing and fighting one another were all public figures. If the media found out, they would have a field day.

As he ran, Joshua pulled out his phone and called Debbie.

"Aunt Debbie, they're fighting!"

Debbie asked in puzzlement, “What? Who? Who's fighting?"

Joshua turned to look at Carlos.

"Uncle Carlos and Sheffield! Please call Uncle Carlos now!" Only Debbie had the power to stop Carlos.

“Okay!" Debbie could tell it was serious, so she hung up quickly to call Carlos.

Just as Carlos was about to catch up with Sheffield, Damon shouted,

“Carlos, your phone's ringing. It's your wife!"

At this moment, Joshua knew that he and Sheffield were finally safe.

Upon hearing that it was his wife who was calling, Carlos stopped. He glared at Sheffield and angrily grabbed his phone from Damon.

"Hi, it's me.

Debbie pretended that she didn't know anything yet so that Joshua wouldn't get into trouble.

“Hi, honey. Eh? Why are you gasping for air?

What are you doing?"

Of course, Carlos wouldn't tell her the truth. Debbie liked Sheffield and wanted him to be her son-in-law. So, Carlos took a deep breath and answered, "Nothing. I'm going home."

“Oh, well, then hurry. Evelyn's still at work and Gwyn won't go to bed.

When you get home, you can get her to sleep.”

The last few words successfully drew Carlos’ attention.

"I'll be back soon."