Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Son of a bitch!’ Debbie cursed inwardly. ‘The car cost my husband a pretty penny, you idiot!’ The sight of that ugly footprint gripped

Debbie’s heart so forcefully, you’d think she was going to have a heart attack.

Gail grabbed Victor’s arm and spat, “Hey, idiot! This car has premium equipment. It’s worth nearly two million. If you damage it, do you think you can even afford the fee for repairs with your jobless ass right now?”

Of course Victor was aware that the car was pricey. He loosened his tie carelessly. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“It’s just a car. Of course I can afford the fee.”

Debbie limbered up a little by wriggling her wrists, seeing which,

Victor already regretted what he had done. He was scared, but it was too late. Debbie already came to him and clutched his collar.

Memories of the last time when she had beaten him to a pulp flashed before his eyes. He started shouting shrilly, “What are you doing? I’m warning you~ Ahhh—”

Debbie hauled him to the car, held his head, pressed his ugly face against the footprint, and rubbed it back and forth until the mark was gone.

Gail, who had been watching the whole time, was stunned. For the millionth time, she felt lucky that she was Debbie’s cousin and had never been treated so roughly.

When the footprint disappeared, Debbie looked at her car. Seeing no sign of damage, she pulled Victor up and thrust him to the ground.

Sent sprawling out on his stomach, Victor Lay there in a crushed heap for a moment. He groaned painfully, rolled, and struggled to stand up.

“If you dare touch my car again, I’ll beat the Living daylights out of you!” Debbie threatened, holding her fist up high.

Victor was so afraid that he ignored his hurting face and started to run before he could even stand straight.

In the Murphy family’s house, Lucinda was watching TV in the living room. She walked to the door as soon as she saw Debbie walk in with

Gail.

“Debbie, I wasn’t expecting you to come today.”

Debbie changed into slippers and walked into the Living room.

“Aunt,

I’m going to New York tomorrow, so I came to say goodbye. Is Uncle

Sebastian home?”

“He’s still at work. Why are you going to New York suddenly?” Lucinda asked a housemaid to serve some fresh fruit.

Hardly had Debbie sat down on the sofa when Sasha, in pajamas, came down the stairs excitedly.

“Debbie, you’re here! I heard your voice.”

In ecstasy, she ran into Debbie’s arms so forcefully that they both slumped into the couch.