Burning Passion: Love Never Die

For someone who appeared to be in his twenties, he looked like a model student at university. With a smile lingering on his face, it was difficult to see him as anything else but a nice person.

Shooting Debbie an awkward Look, Rhonda turned to the man and replied courteously, “Tristan, this lady is here for Carlos.”

In spite of Rhonda’s efforts to introduce the lady, Tristan was too distracted by Debbie’s bewitching smile to pay attention. But soon enough, he was back to being professional.

“Hello, miss. Nice to meet you. Please, follow me,” he said, politely gesturing with his hand towards the CEO’s office. Offering a small smile, Debbie followed

Tristan while Rhonda stayed behind. The young Lady could tell that the older woman was relieved to pass her over to Tristan.

Upon reaching the door, the male secretary knocked on the door lightly.

“Come in,” came Carlos’ deep, cold voice.

she could lose her nerve,

he might grab the divorce papers and sign them at once. Then again, he could be in such a good

place, was filled with so many questions

least 300 square meters, decorated from the furniture to its walls in shades of

wall was a wine cabinet and on the opposite side was a bookshelf with a water dispenser next to it. In

was an indoor golf court. Some famous paintings and calligraphy were hung on the

CEO’s private Lounge.

had been working on, he saw the girl at the door. A faint light

stared at Debbie who was looking around curiously. The young lady’s attention was on everything else in

felt his eyes on her, she paused from her subtle exploration of

door behind her, she took a few

herself down. Once she did, she remarked, “Um, Carlos.” Immediately, she remembered Rhonda’s and everyone else’s reactions earlier and corrected herself, “Oh, I’m sorry. I mean, Sir. I’m sorry to interrupt you. It’s just that… er, I made this at home.