Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Never mind. I don’t have a pen or paper. Thank you, Mr. Carlos.”

Carlos raised his eyebrows and released Debbie. He motioned the security guard to bring him some paper and a pen.

Then Carlos wrote, “Happy birthday! —Carlos Hilton.”

The driver was moved. While Carlos was writing, he took out his old phone and snapped a pic.

Carlos saw that, but he decided not to take it seriously. He was a fan, after all. What was the harm?

After handing the paper to the driver, he put his arm around Debbie’s waist and walked back to the Emperor with her.

“Thank you, Mr. Carlos! Bye, Mr. Carlos!” the driver said. He watched the car drive into the manor. When the car couldn’t be seen anymore, he spent a few minutes standing there to admire the grand house. There was a lot of square footage to be impressed with. He drank it all in with his eyes.

Inside the manor

the car, “You blew the smoke in

If you hate

while she threw her tantrum. The

he thought she was beautiful normally, he hadn’t seen

her loveliness to

do you? Okay, then get out and go back to your precious Queen of

Manipulation?” Carlos

soon as I bring her up. I can’t stand it anymore. Give me

ring Carlos was wearing. He grabbed her hands and said, “You’re not getting this back. You

with that?” Debbie glared at him

did you say you couldn’t stand it