Take My Breath Away

The manager of the night club heard that someone was making trouble in the club. He came along with a group of men, ready to drive whoever was making trouble away. When he saw that it was Carlos who had started the fight along with Sheffield, he became so frightened that he sent his men away. After all, Carlos and Sheffield were practically kings in Y City.

The manager couldn't afford to offend the likes of them.

Carlos kept trying to land a punch on Sheffield, but the young man kept dodging only angering Carlos even more. Joshua could sense that something bad was going to happen. He had his relationship with Terilynn to consider. He just couldn't risk Carlos' wrath. Taking a deep breath, he ran toward Sheffield and wrapped his arms around his waist to try to get him to back off. "Sheffield! This isn't worth it! Just let him land a punch. It's no big deal!"

Sheffield tried to struggle himself free but failed. "No! I didn't do anything wrong. Why should I let him beat me up? I already let that happen before, and I was with Evelyn back then. I let it happen because he's her father, but Evelyn and I aren't even together anymore, so why should I allow him to do this?"

Carlos gasped for air and roared, "Idiot! You think you're some big shot now, don't you? Do you think that just because you're the CEO of Theo Group I wouldn't dare to hurt you?"

"No, I don't. I always knew that you never liked me. And you have no respect for the Theo Group." Sheffield wanted to take one step forward, but with Joshua holding his waist, he couldn't. "Uncle Carlos, come on! Show me what you've got! I'm not afraid of you!"

"Huh! You've got some balls to challenge me! I'll beat the crap out of you today!" Carlos charged toward Sheffield without a care for what other people might say.

However, both Wesley and Damon stopped him from moving farther. Wesley tapped his shoulder and reminded him, "Bro, you have a reputation to protect." After all, he was the president of a multinational group.

What he didn't know was that Sheffield was the CEO of a multinational group too.

Wesley was only involved in military affairs. He never cared about business, so he didn't know who Sheffield was.

Joshua reminded Sheffield in a low voice, "Dude, that's enough. Do you really want to become Carlos' enemy? Have you given up on Evelyn? If you tell me right now that you don't want to be with her anymore, I'll let you go."

After a moment of silence, Sheffield hit Joshua's hand on his waist and said in disgust, "Let go of me! Why would I fight back? Didn't you see that I was trying to dodge him?"

With that, Joshua was relieved. He really didn't know who to help: his future father-in-law or his best friend?

"My reputation? He's such a jerk. I hate him so much that I want to beat him to death. I don't care about my reputation anymore." Carlos stood there, ready to fight, glaring at Sheffield who was already back to his usual slovenly self.

"Uncle Carlos, my master is 95 years old. He is that strong! He doesn't even look his age! Do you know why?" It was only Carlos who had been taunting him until then—now it was his time to strike back.

He knew that if he didn't fight back now, he wouldn't have another chance again.

Before Sheffield continued, Joshua already knew what he was going to say next.

Carlos, however, had no idea. "Why should I give a damn?"

"Because you can take something from this. My grandfather worried about our family's affairs his entire life. Any time he got the chance, he would nag me. He died at 80, and I know he could have lived longer. My master never meddled in other people's businesses. He's 95 now and he... Eh? Uncle Carlos, why are you hitting me again?" Carlos swung his fist again. Sheffield reacted quickly, turning to run.

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."

He hung up the phone and glanced at Sheffield who was standing nearby and gasping for air. Then Carlos let out a chuckle.

Sheffield might be younger and faster than him, but he was still an ignorant man who didn't know that he had a daughter. Much like Carlos who didn't know about Evelyn at first. In addition to that, Gwyn had taken the Huo name instead of Tang. Now all Carlos wanted to do was go home and put Gwyn to sleep. He liked that Gywn was so close to him, her grandfather. The little girl could call "Grandpa" already, but she still couldn't call "Dad." That made Carlos happier than when he threw a punch in Sheffield's face.

The smile on Carlos' face made the hairs on Sheffield's arms stand.

Before Sheffield and Joshua could figure out what Carlos was smiling about, he left along with Damon and Wesley.

In the parking lot of the nightclub

Wesley was confused. "Carlos, what's wrong with you? I haven't seen you act so impulsively before. What is it with you and that kid?"

Carlos didn't know how to explain what had happened two years ago. "He's pursuing Evelyn," he explained grumpily.

Wesley nodded. "And? Are they dating?"

Carlos replied honestly, "No. Evelyn wanted to be with him, but I didn't allow her."

"You're in the wrong here, man. As long as they're happy, then you should just stay out of it."

Damon echoed Wesley. "Wesley's right. Since he's not with Evelyn, he didn't do anything wrong. It's perfectly normal for him to flirt with whomever he wants. He's single after all."

Carlos suddenly stopped. Damon and Wesley turned around and looked at him in confusion.

After a while, Carlos said, "He's Gwyn's father."

'Gwyn's father?' Damon and Wesley were shocked.

Not many people knew about Gwyn, but Carlos' friends did.

Wesley walked up to him and put his arm around his shoulder. "Let's go! Let's go back!"

"What for?" Carlos didn't move.

"I'll help you give him a beating!"