Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Chapter: 76

‘Hmph! Calling backup? No big deal. I don’t give a damn, ‘ Debbie thought to herself.

“Settle the account!” Debbie demanded and glared at the cashier with an intense look on her face. However, the cashier was still hesitant. The name Victor rang a bell. She had heard it before.

Was he the vice-general manager of the mall? She wasn’t sure about it.

But if he was who she thought he was, how could she afford to offend him?

When the cashier hesitated to take her card, Debbie lost her patience and snapped, “Didn’t you hear me? I said, take my card and give me the receipt!” The truth was, she felt bad that she had to direct her anger at the cashier as she knew why the woman behind the counter was unwilling to do her job; she must have known whom Gail had called.

“Miss, I’m sorry, but could you please wait a minute? That lLady.. she seemed to have called the vice-general manager of our mall,” the cashier explained while looking back and forth between Debbie and Gail.

had no idea what was happening. All she knew was that she wanted to offend neither of the

Plaza? What’s the big

tone, “How many times have you been to

off your face, but I’m simply too busy to be bothered right now. We both know that does not mean I’m afraid of you. Fortunately for you, I had been in no mood to have open disputes with you regarding the matter, even though you kept stabbing me in the back. You won the last time. But

me one more time, I’ll make sure

the feisty girl before her was not afraid of her at all — if she had to be taken down,

didn’t tell the dean anything!” Gail denied, hoping to escape Debbie’s wrath. That was her strategy; she would refuse any accusations against her, knowing full well that Debbie had no concrete proof that she

Her voice had begun to tremble whenever

reaction, flashed a mocking smile and silently cursed

is mine, so you better choose

just bluffing. Debbie could be a little tetchy but she had

fact cousins by blood, so she was actually quite tolerant of her cousin; even after what Gail had done to Debbie, the

share the same sentiment as her relative. She got pissed off and yelled, “Who do you think you are? Don’t think that I don’t know your dirty Little secret. The BMW you’re riding? It must be from your sugar daddy, huh? The guy must be old. I don’t think the collar pin will