Burning Passion: Love Never Die

You’ll lose your license and rot in jail. I don’t think you’d look good in prison grey. Let’s just get a taxi. Or call for a driving service.”

Although Debbie was drunk, she always kept that in mind. According to the law, if a drunk gets behind the wheel, he’ll be held by the Traffic

Administration Department until he sobers up, and his driver’s License shall be automatically revoked. He’ll face criminal charges, and lose his License for 5 years

“Driving service?” Jared looked at the two-seat sports car.

“You want to stay in the trunk?”

Debbie rolled her eyes and snapped, “Forget it. Just call a taxi.”

Sighing in defeat, Jared gave his car keys to a security guard at the club and told him, “Call the driving service for me, and ask the driver to follow our taxi.”

“Yes, Mr. Hampton.”

At the Merja Karaoke

When Jared and Debbie entered the private booth where Kasie was, they saw many young boys and girls having fun.

The room was very bright. The lyrics of a love song were displayed on the screen, but it was in quiet mode.

People came up to Jared and welcomed him to the Little soiree.

“Jared, what brings you here?”

“I haven’t seen you in a long time. Your girl looks familiar.”

“She Looks pretty. Your new girlfriend?”

Coming from a well-off family, Jared was popular in upper class circles.

Most of the guys in the room were from rich families as well, and were

Jared’s friends. Jared couldn’t be bothered to introduce them to

Debbie. He greeted them back and pointed to Kasie, who was surrounded by several people.

“She’s my friend.”

“I get it. She called you.” A girl’s soft voice sounded. Both Jared and Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Debbie knew her.

And Debbie hated her-she was Portia, Hayden’s sister.

Brown beret, beige knit dress, black boots, haughty expression. That was Portia. Her brown long coat was folded and draped over the couch

She was rich, and Looked the part.