Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Seated on the sofa was none other than his father, Jonah Thomas.

“Dad, a prior heads-up would have been appreciated.”

Bruce’s voice, laden with the fatigue of a sleepless night, resonated with depth.

Only then did Jonah rise, pivoting to face Bruce, having first cast a frigid glance at the woman, whose humiliation was palpable.

“It’s nearly noon, Bruce. You’ve reached an age where focusing on the right path should be your priority. If your intent is to frolic with women, could you not defer such indulgences until our objectives are met, instead of reckless abandon?”

The woman hugged herself tighter. While she carried no badge of honor herself, being reprimanded so directly brought waves of humiliation.

Bruce produced a check, filled it out, and extended it to the woman.

“Take this and depart.”

figures inscribed on the check, her humiliation was swiftly eclipsed

make a spectacle of it. I simply happened to rise a tad later, and it caused no disruption,” Bruce retorted casually, laced with

Thomas legacy from Marcus hangs in the balance. Instead of diverting your attention to women, why not engage more

took a somber

pivotal period alone. I’ve been reluctantly ensnared in this chess match of yours, relegated to the role of

veneer of composure, yet within,

the sumptuous Thomas fortune, an emblem

Angela’s Library

that an overt power struggle would amount to naught, as he’d never been the favored

help but feel a measure of admiration for Jonah. Despite his fervent yearning for the family legacy, he presented an image

Thomas, whose quick-igniting temper flared at