Burning Passion: Love Never Die

With forty-five percent of Loftus Group's shares, you would be in a much better position."

Debbie's eyes went as wide as saucers when she heard what Decker said.

"When did you contact them? Why didn't you tell me?"

"You were busy dealing with that old bastard James. I didn't want to distract you." Decker furrowed his brows as if something was bothering him, and complained, "Ramona is so irritating. She doesn't go to work but spends all of her time looking for me. It really annoys me so much."

Debbie frowned and scolded him, "Stop calling her Ramona. She's also a victim of the Loftus family. Some day, you might want to call her

"Mom.

Decker glanced at her and asked casually, "So, you've forgiven her?"

Debbie sighed.

"I want to."

"Bah! Women are soft. Learn from me. I'll never forgive her!" Decker retorted.

Carlos cut in, "If you aren't going to forgive her and you hate her so much, then why did you take her shares? A dog with a full mouth does not bark. You're bound to call her 'Mom' eventually."

Decker had already had enough of Carlos' smart remarks and was seething inside. He was on the verge of snapping. 'Carlos, will you just shut up?' he wanted to say, but he Lost his nerve. He had already made a sharp retort at Carlos and didn't dare do it again. So he changed the subject.

"Where do you plan on getting that twenty percent of the

Loftus Group's shares?"

"Don't worry. That'll be a piece of cake. But I won't just hand it to you on a silver platter. You have to promise me something," Carlos said.

Debbie smiled inside when she heard what Carlos had said. After all, he was a businessman, and people in business always pursue profits.

At this point, Decker had become desperate for a smoke, but since

Debbie was with them, he gave up on the idea.

"You want me to help you chase Debbie, don't you?"

Carlos gave him a sidelong glance.

"I can handle my wife. I don't need your help.” What he meant by that was Debbie was going to be his wife again sooner or later. It was just a question of time.

Decker couldn't stand his tone. All of a sudden, a string of adjectives popped into his head that perfectly described Carlos. 'Why, you conceited, arrogant, imperious, overbearing son of a..." your term."

"Fine! Name

The corners of Carlos' mouth twisted into a cunning smile.

"I'LL transfer the twenty percent of the shares into my wife's name. If