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.

evidently made his decision—Millie would

Millie addressed her, easing

gaze remained fixed on the coffee she stirred, a deliberate avoidance

privilege of being a part of the Thomas

chest. The emblem was

my place based

Millie’s as she lifted her badge

the imprint of Marcus. Your high scores and

painted Celeste’s cheeks crimson, though

harbor doubts, but I advise you to place your trust in

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