Debbie was taken aback when she arrived at the cafe and saw Portia's face. It wasn't that Long since Last they met, but Portia Looked Like a totally different person now. She appeared haggard and downcast, as if all the life was sucked from her.

And Lewis was the same. He didn't look the part of a wealthy and carefree playboy.

“Debbie, we flew out here to apologize to you. We're really sorry,”

Lewis said as he took out an expensive gift box and placed it on the table in front of Debbie.

"From me and Portia," he added.

And with that, Portia raised her head. She looked at Debbie with her red and swollen eyes.

"Debbie, I'm sorry..." she apologized in a hoarse whisper.

Portia sounded truly pathetic. Her voice was unusually hoarse. So

Debbie asked curiously, “What's wrong? You sick?"

Portia discreetly stole a glance at the embarrassed Lewis, tears threatening to stream from her eyes. Yet, she shook her head and hissed, "Nothing. Jet lag. I hope you can forgive me."

The truth was that she had been tortured by the perverted Lewis every night, ever since they got married. He had endless ways to vent his sexual desires on her. England or Alorith, it didn't matter. Last night, he had even downed a vial of gingko biloba, and it got him even hornier. Their noise was so loud that the customers in the next hotel room over called the front desk and complained.

Although Portia was acting rather odd, Debbie didn't say anything about it. After all, they were not friends. Debbie didn't give a damn about her mental state.

"I have a message for you, Lewis. Now that you married Portia, just treat her right," Debbie said as she pulled something from her pocket.

Lewis kept nodding his head, staring at the table instead of Looking

Debbie in the eye. Big mistake, because suddenly the girl opened the knife and stuck it in the table with a thunk! His face turned pale immediately.

But Debbie wasn't done. She threatened, "Do something stupid again, like flirting with other girls... I'll chop your dick off!"

Frightened, Lewis clamped his legs shut and nodded vigorously.

"Easy, easy! I swear I'll be nice to Portia. Jeez!"

The truth was Carlos had already fixed it, so Lewis would no longer be welcome at any club in Alorith or New York. Debbie's husband was nothing if not thorough.

Upon hearing that, Debbie took the knife back and pushed the gift towards Lewis.

“I don't need this. Buy your wife something nice instead."

Lewis gulped and nodded again.

"Got it."

Saying nothing more, Debbie cast a warning glance at him before leaving the cafe.

A few days passed. Kasie called Debbie and told her the Hilton family members had returned to New York. But Lewis was not among them. Carlos put him behind bars, and told him he had three months to reflect on what he had done.