Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Debbie shook her head in a bid to sober up and asked, “You called me?

What for?”

Realizing that Debbie was drunk, Portia took a deep breath to calm down, then raised her left leg and put her foot down on the chair.

“Clean my boots!” she ordered. Obviously, she wanted to insult Debbie.

Debbie nodded, “Sure.”

She grabbed a piece of red dragon fruit from the fruit platter and spread it onto Portia’s boot.

“Actually, black boots don’t suit you.

Red ones look better. See?” Debbie sounded satisfied.

The black boot was covered with the juice and flesh of the red dragon fruit.

Portia couldn’t believe her eyes. Unable to maintain her elegant demeanor anymore, she yelled, “Debbie! These boots cost me $130, 000.

Do you think you can afford to compensate?”

Debbie shook her head honestly.

“I can’t afford to compensate. I have no money.” ALL the money she used was from Carlos.

Hearing that Debbie didn’t have any money made Portia feel much better.

She was pleased that Debbie was living a hard life. With a mocking smile, she said, “I don’t care whether you have money or not, you must compensate for my boots. Oh, and the night dress as well.

Otherwise, I will teach you a Lesson.”

At that moment, a boy tried to hit Debbie on Portia’s behalf, but

Debbie knocked him down.

Just then, the door to the private booth was opened from the outside.

Several policemen entered and shouted, “Don’t move!”

Meanwhile, in a new three-story villa, Megan propped up her chin with her hands and fixed her eyes on Carlos, who was sitting opposite her and eating noodles.

“Uncle Carlos, there’s something I want to tell you…”

“Go on.” Although Carlos looked calm and composed, his thoughts were all on Debbie.

Megan hesitated for a long time, as if she was struggling for words. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Finally, she said in a low voice, “I saw a man kissing Aunt Debbie in an underground car park the other day.”

Carlos froze for a moment, and then said, “Okay. I already know that.”