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Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Chapter 98
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Chapter: 99

Carlos’ eyes dimmed. He looked at Debbie sharply and took a step forward. Debbie took a step back, poised for defense.

“I’m warning you.

If you cany closer to me, I won’t hesitate to fight you!”

“Fight me? Good! I can’t wait.” He abruptly pushed her on the desk behind her and then leaned forward.

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They found their bodies in an awkward and yet erotic posture. Debbie could hardly move. She wriggled and tried to free her arms, but to no avail.

“Let go of me,” she demanded.

“Go to the university withthis afternoon and attend my class. Maybe you don’t want to, but you have no choice. No more cutting school, especially my classes. At half past three this afternoon, my first class is International Finance. You know which classroom it is. If I don’t see you there…” Carlos pinched her on the waist as a warning.

Debbie uttered a yelp and blushed with embarrassment.

“Do we have to talk like this? Can’t you let go offirst?”

No one had ever treated her like this. This old, Lustful man had been disrespectful to her several times now.

He’d better mind his actions, or sday he might beca eunuch in his sleep.

Helpless, she glared at him with resentment as her cheeks puffed up. It seemed like the anger boiling up inside her was going to burst out at any moment. Fortunately, Carlos released her from his restraint.

Soon, Tristan drove her back to Esastin Villa. After they had arrived, he made sure to give Debbie’s Luggage to Julie before he left.

“Debbie,

Debbie said that you must attend his class at half past three,”

Tristan reminded her before he took off.

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She clenched her fists, feeling immensely irritated. ‘He wantsto show up to his class? Well, guess what? I won’t.’

At half past three, Carlos walked into the multimedia classroom, which was packed with almost one thousand students present. He started with a small speech, during which he swept over his audience. When he was sure

Debbie wasn’t there, his face clouded up.

‘Foolonce, shon you; fooltwice, shon me.‘ Carlos realized that he had made a mistake. Before that moment, somewhere in his heart he had still believed that she wasn’t a bad person. However, now it seemed to him that he had given her too much credit.

It was a little past 6 p.m. when Debbie was seen in a cafe. She was talking to Jared on WeChat when two bodyguards appeared in the shop.

“Mrs. Hilton, Carlos asked us to pick you up,” they said.

Instead of responding to what they said, she continued talking on the phone.

Puzzled, the bodyguards looked at each other, and then one of them said, “Mrs. Hilton, Carlos has given us strict orders to carry you hon our shoulders, if that’s what it takes.”

“Please, by all means, do what you must,” Debbie countered casually.