Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Chapter: 8

Olga Moran, her curly brunette hair tied back into a chic updo, walked up to them, arm in arm with Carlos. She unfurled her slender fingers with painted fingernails and gracefully took the box of Lipsticks from

Debbie’s hand.

“I’ll take this. Pack this for me!”

Then she looked at Debbie up and down with a contemptuous smile on her

Lips.

In her eyes, Debbie was just a college student pretending to be high-class and elegant.

this woman? Yes, she is beautiful, but she is not as attractive as

at her, “Why are you looking at me Like that? Besides, how do you know what I

the box

for this now!” she said to

took out the POS machine

around

darkened at

to me like that? Who do you think you are? You should know your place before

looked Olga up and

you think you deserve to shop at a nice establishment Like this? Who gave you the right to look down upon others? I’m afraid this set

to say, Olga wasn’t pleased by the way

as the most beloved child of the Moran family, she always had people licking her boots ever since she was Little. No one

a deep breath before she turned around and walked up to Carlos. Playing the victim, Olga pouted her Lips at him and said,