Emmett stood up and clenched his fists, his face livid.

"Who did it?

I'll kill him!"

“Do you mind it?" she insisted.

"Do I mind it?' Emmett closed his eyes and answered, “Why would I mind it?" He opened his eyes, turned to Debbie and said in a serious tone,

"She is a victim. I feel bad for her. I'm angry for her. Who did this?

I swear he'll pay."

He was fuming. ‘I will kill the asshole with my own hands! I will get justice for her.'

Debbie heaved a sigh of relief.

"Good. Actually, she did almost get raped, but..."

“What?" Emmett was confused now. 'So, was Kasie raped or not?'

“Don't worry. I rescued her in time. She's still a virgin. Emmett, do you think premarital sex is immoral or something? Why did you turn her down when she said she wanted to have sex with you?" Debbie patted his stressed shoulder.

Emmett wiped the sweat off his forehead. ‘She was just fooling around with me! Thank God! *

Seeing that Emmett was panting, Debbie poured a glass of water and gave it to him.

"Oh, by the way, where is Carlos? You said you would tell me in person," she asked.

At the mention of Carlos' name, Emmett's face changed and he seemed very nervous. He drank the water in one gulp.

Debbie raised an eyebrow. She noticed his nervous expression. She took the glass from his hand and poured him another glass of water.

Again, he drank it in one gulp.

Debbie gave him a third glass of water, and Emmett finally broke the awkward silence.

"Mrs. Hilton, please forgive me. If I sell Carlos out this time, he will surely fire me. So..."

Debbie didn't know how to respond to his helpless words.

“Rest assured, Carlos will be back either today or tomorrow," he added.

Debbie snorted, “Rest assured? What are you all hiding from me? Carlos is still wounded and has been missing for two days. How can I rest easy?" Debbie gnashed her teeth and thought angrily, ‘I won't spare

Carlos this time."

Emmett didn't know how to calm her down, and had to change the subject.