Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Meanwhile, Millie, immersed in her tasks, was interrupted by a call from Celeste.

Cold and curt, Celeste’s voice pierced through the receiver, “Meet me at the café downstairs. Don’t dawdle.”

Millie sighed, her anticipation heavy with unease. Celeste’s tone carried the telltale signs of discord. It appeared a confrontation of an unpleasant nature awaited her.

However, obligation compelled her attendance.

With determination, Millie rose from her seat and descended the staircase to the ground floor.

Seated by the window, Celeste tracked Millie’s approach, her brow furrowing in displeasure.

Unexpectedly, Millie had found her way into the Thomas Group. The woman Celeste had endeavored to expel was now entrenched within the company’s ranks, a disconcerting departure from her intentions.

made his decision—Millie would

Millie addressed her, easing into

coffee she stirred, a deliberate avoidance of meeting Millie’s

the privilege of being

badge on her chest. The emblem was an aspiration for many—a ticket pursued with

earned my place based on

gaze, a frigid blade, met Millie’s as she

of Marcus. Your high scores and subsequent admission to the Thomas Group are products

Celeste’s cheeks crimson, though

I advise you

gaze much like that which defied the prospect of divorce before—a sight that fanned Celeste’s simmering