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.

at this woman? Yes, she is beautiful, but she

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

snatched the box from Olga’s

now!” she said to

she took

card before she turned around to

face darkened

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

sneered and looked Olga up and

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

say, Olga wasn’t pleased by the

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

before she turned around and walked up to Carlos. Playing the victim,