Burning Passion: Love Never Die

In a pair of 6 cm high heels, Debbie walked carefully and nervously into the lavish hotel. Emmett was by her side and the PR team led the way.

The lobby doors were pushed open by two bodyguards, and held in place while Debbie walked in. The boss of Kasee Group had just delivered his opening speech.

Soon, all eyes were drawn to the woman who had just walked in wearing a red evening dress. She was letting her passionate side shine.

Fine feathers make fine birds. The woman they were gazing at had been made up and dressed by an international master make-up artist. Nothing but the best for Carlos’ wife. Even the socialite divas and the actresses present at the event couldn’t hold a candle to Debbie now.

Her hair was no longer a lilac, and was dyed back to a gorgeous raven hue. Knotted into a five-strand braid, it was coiled up at the back of her head, adorned by a diamond tiara-shaped hairpin.

Debbie took off the white overcoat draped over her shoulders and gave it to her bodyguard, fully revealing the red evening dress underneath.

It had three-quarter sleeves and a stand-up collar, and her beautiful clavicles were partly exposed. The dress was a gold medal-winning work by a master designer from Milan. Crystal and diamond studs adorned it from head to toe. The pattern was sumptuous, low-key and conservative.

know little about skin care and so didn’t take care of her skin, but now it fairly glowed. Her cheeks were rosy with

warning people away, while somehow there seemed also to be a hint of deeply hidden helplessness about them. Beneath her high nose, her Lips embellished with red lip gloss, shone in

fair neck hung a white crystal necklace, from the same set as the bracelet on her

and uniqueness. Everyone feasted on her sumptuous beauty but hesitated to approach, all wondering who

Why have I never seen her before?”

know Emmett got married. My aunt was talking about how she wanted to

it’s pricey. I don’t think Emmett can afford something

guessing, the boss of the Kasee

Mrs. Hilton, Emmett,” the man

Maddock Truman.” When he glanced at the gift, she continued, “It’s a present from my husband. He’s

glasses of wine from the tray a waiter was carrying, one for Debbie

glass, a toast to the