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.”

check, her humiliation was swiftly eclipsed by the sum before her. She clutched the

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

in the balance. Instead of diverting

a

been reluctantly ensnared in this chess match of yours, relegated to the role of a

composure, yet within, the

the

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sagacity to recognize that an overt power struggle would amount to naught, as he’d never been the favored heir in the eyes of the family’s matriarch. He bided his time and assumed a low

for the family legacy, he

Thomas, whose quick-igniting temper flared