Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Stepping back from the bedside, Leon compressed his lips tightly.

Lois reminisced about the days Fiona served as a maid in her house, her chest constricting. Had she denied Fiona those tasks, perhaps she wouldn’t have met her demise.

After her classes, Millie hailed a taxi and boarded it. “Sir, please halt,” Millie suddenly requested.

In the vehicle, she saw Leon stood by an alley with two individuals carrying a stretcher draped in white fabric.

“Who’s that?” Millie disembarked and eyed the stretcher swathed in white.

“It’s Fiona. She’s passed away,” Leon disclosed. “How did she die?” Millie questioned. Hadn’t Fiona been hit by a car the previous day, only to rise and leave in a taxi? How did she suddenly die? Millie was planning to approach Fiona for confirmation of her suspicions.

sustained injuries from the car collision yesterday. Her body had internal complications,” Leon clarified. “Yesterday, it appeared Fiona fled in a taxi, fearing capture by the two individuals. However, her injuries

loosened his tie,

identified the person

managed before her demise, “The real Aisha is just…” signified that this individual was someone familiar, someone

manipulated into impersonating another,

scalding. Why

Angela’s Library

servants at the entrance

reaping the greatest advantages. Could Lois be the mastermind behind this elaborate scheme? Fiona had served Lois. A cold sweat broke out on Leon’s back as he considered the

orchestrated by

unable to escape contemplation regarding the true identity of Aisha. His circle of acquaintances was limited, and his knowledge of women was even

Lois, the logical conclusion