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.

had internal complications,” Leon clarified. “Yesterday, it appeared Fiona fled in a taxi, fearing capture by the two individuals. However, her

loosened his

the person he

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

manipulated into impersonating another, but who

suffered such severe scalding. Why would

Angela’s Library

at the entrance of

posed as someone else, with Lois reaping the greatest advantages. Could Lois be the mastermind behind this elaborate scheme? Fiona had

been meticulously orchestrated by the

unable to escape contemplation regarding the true identity of Aisha. His circle of acquaintances was limited,

and Lois,