Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Give me the address and I’ll pick you up.”

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Debbie was about to tell him, “I’m not going back home now.” But a cheerful voice interrupted her.

“Uncle Carlos, the noodles are ready.

Come and eat.”

“Seriously?

He’s still with Megan? Go to hell, you two!”

Blazing anger burned in Debbie’s heart. She really needed that drink now. Without saying a word, she hung up on him.

Looking at his phone, Carlos was stunned, not knowing what happened.

‘Why did she hang up? I need to get to the bottom of this, ‘ he thought.

At the gates of the club, Debbie put her phone back into her pocket.

Before she could calm herself down, two men in suits and leather shoes trotted over to her.

“Boss, welcome to the club!” one said.

“Good evening, Boss!” chirped the other.

Staring at the two managers, Debbie forced a smile and said, “Hi. I need a private booth. My friend will be here any minute.”

“Of course. We’ve gotten Room 888 all ready for you. It’s Carlos’ exclusive booth.” Since Carlos had transferred the club’s ownership to

Debbie, that meant they must be somehow related. The managers believed that they could let their new boss use Carlos’ private booth.

Debbie felt uncomfortable being addressed as “Boss”. Sighing with profound resignation, Debbie looked at them and said in a serious manner, “Don’t call me ‘Boss’. You know what happened that evening. And you know Carlos. I might not be your boss for long. Just call me… er… Miss Debbie.”

Upon hearing that, the managers looked at each other in confusion. Rhys

Howard, one of them, said with a smile, “As you wish, Boss…er, I mean

Miss Debbie. Your wish is our command. We’ll try to remember how to refer to you from now on.”

“Thank you. Now, the booth, please?”

Carlos was indeed a person who enjoyed Life. Room 888 was the most luxurious booth of the club, with an area of more than 300 square meters. Not only that, but the seat cushions were just the right height to sit on, and were designed for hours of use. If you wanted to, you could even lie down and nap there. It also had HVAC climate control settings, and controls for a flatscreen TV that rose from the middle of the table and receded when it wasn’t needed. Apart from that, there was also a tea room, a jukebox, an auto mahjong table, and even a fitness area. It even had a large Liquor cabinet against the wall, stocked with the finest vintages. Most people didn’t even have houses this big. Not even in the U.S.

Debbie hesitated a long time in front of the Liquor cabinet. What did she want? Maotai? No. Erguotou? Not her thing. Maybe some cheap, ordinary Tsingtao beer? She thought of something hard, but then

decided against it.

She took two reds from the cabinet and asked Rhys to open them. While he was pouring the wine, Debbie ate fruit from a plate and called