Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Do as Lewis says. Arrest Debbie.”

The bodyguards swarmed around Debbie. Meanwhile, Ralph took out his phone and called Emmett.

Debbie was busy cutting Portia’s hair. When the bodyguards approached,

Kasie stood in front of Debbie, arms out, intended to shield her from harm.

“What are you going to do? Just go away!” shouted Kasie.

Debbie waved the scissors in the air and declared nonchalantly, “Go ahead if you don’t mind Losing your dicks.”

The bodyguards didn’t believe Debbie could fight. Not this girl, not any woman, really. Two men dragged Kasie away, and the rest advanced on

Debbie.

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There were too many of them, so Debbie had to let go of Portia. The girl almost passed out.

No sooner had Ralph told Emmett what had happened than the secretary yelled at him over the phone.

“Ralph! That is the dumbest thing I’ve heard all day. Don’t blame me if you’re fired or something. You’ve really stepped in it this time!”

“What? Why? Emmett, I only did as Lewis asked.”

Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, Emmett said, “Ask your men to stop and apologize to Mrs… er…Debbie. It’s not too late. If she gets hurt because of you, you’ll be so dead. Listen to me, man

Ralph was not fully convinced yet.

“Emmett, are you out of your mind?

Debbie offended Lewis, not to mention the daughter of the Gomez family.

Are you sure you want me to help her?”

“Of course, I’m a hundred percent sure. Carlos asked you to help her

She’s Carlos’ woman, and he cares more about her than Lewis. Capice?”

Emmett said this through gritted teeth.

Of course, Emmett’s words came as a great shock to Ralph. ‘What?

Debbie is Carlos’ woman? I know there’s a rumor that he’s married. But she could be anyone…*

Thinking about this, he yelled at his men, “Guys, retreat!”

The bodyguards were fighting with Debbie, who was a formidable opponent. They were too excited to pay attention to Ralph’s order. Of course, not Like she was giving them a chance to think. One was on the cement nursing a kneecap, likely broken. She had also swept another with her leg, knocking him to the ground. And she had just finished punching one in the throat, causing him to stumble backwards, trying to catch his breath. She didn’t fool around when she fought. These men had underestimated her and were paying the price