Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Once Marcus’ mind was set, Celeste realized she couldn’t sway him.

Meanwhile, Millie returned to the company and settled into her seat. Soon, a murmur reached her ears.

“Isn’t it against the rules to leave during work hours? Even if one does, they’re expected to inform the team leader.”

Millie directed her gaze toward the individual conversing with Emerie.

Emerie’s retort dripped with venom.

“Indeed, in her eyes, I hold no status as a team leader. She’s free to come and go as she pleases, answerable to no one. Endowed with the prestigious title of the president’s wife, she could slumber at her desk, and we’d still be powerless.”

“You’re absolutely right. She likely believes we’re unworthy of sharing office space with her. A client berates her, and she still has the audacity to wander. Were I in her shoes, I’d be racing to rectify the situation.”

temples, her

Who can validate that I belong to group three? Furthermore, everyone is cognizant of the reason why the client was angry.

impropriety of her abrupt departure, she found it intolerable

to rise abruptly, yet she curbed her impulse to confront

response, the office occupants exchanged

throat nudged her attention

Millie stepped out, Emerie’s countenance darkened, her

for marrying the CEO. If competence truly coursed through your veins, why linger in the design department? You’d be better suited as the president’s

extracted a sachet, and approached Millie’s workstation, feigning an inspection of

deposited the sachet into Millie’s

sachet, containing an unusual blend of dried flowers, emanated a scent