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.”

rubbed her temples, her gaze

reporting to the team leader; of course I’m aware. Yet, I’m not officially assigned to any team. Who can validate that I belong to group three? Furthermore, everyone is cognizant of the reason why the client was angry. The culprit even lacks any sense

acknowledged the impropriety of her abrupt departure, she found it intolerable to endure the situation

yet she curbed her

office occupants

pen, poised to resume her design. Yet a parched throat

countenance darkened, her palm smacking the table’s surface

If competence truly coursed through your veins, why

drawer, extracted a sachet, and approached

surreptitiously deposited

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