Chapter 65
Burning Passion: Love Never Die
Chapter: 66
âWhy donât you just call him if you donât believe?â
The contempt on Rhondaâs face provoked Debbie, and she was not about to let it go. She thought, âIs
everyone here so judgmental?â
Crossing her arms over her chest, Rhonda stared at Debbie coldly and questioned, âFamily? If you truly
are Carlosâ family, why donât you give him a call?â
Despite Debbieâs insistence, the secretary still did not believe her.
She was, therefore, left with no choice but to find another way to convince Rhonda. Gritting her teeth,
Debbie dialed Philipâs number.
The secretaryâs expression shifted as she watched Debbie with a raised eyebrow. âOh, sheâs really
calling someone, â Rhonda thought to herself. âI wonder who it is. She better not be pulling my leg or
else.â
As soon as Philip answered her call, Debbie said, âPhilip, Iâm at
Carlosâ company right now, but there is this old Lady who wouldnât let me go upstairs.â Without having
to look at Rhonda, she could anticipate how twisted her face was at that moment when she heard
Debbie call her
âold ladyâ. âServes her right, â Debbie thought. This was her sweet revenge for Rhonda looking down on
her.
The moment Debbie hung up the phone, the shocked secretary bawled,
âWhom did you call old Lady? Iâm under thirty. You really need to work on your people skills, Little girl!â
A brazen glint appeared in her eyes.
âYou might be under thirty,â Debbie agreed, nodding mockingly,
âbut the way you talk to people make you sound Like youâre over forty.â
âMaybe you are lucky to work in such a big company, but it doesnât make you better than anyone else.
Someone has to tell you that. It might as well be me, â Debbie thought as she watched Rhonda sputter
an incoherent response.
Blinking furiously, Rhonda sneered, âDidnât you call someone? Well, nothing has happened so far.
From where I stand, no one cares.â The moment she finished talking, however, the phone on the front
desk rang.
Her heart started racing nervously; her face turned as pale as a ghost.
âDoes she really know Carlos?â she thought.
Scared stiff that the call might be from Carlos, she trotted to the front desk at once. When she saw the
caller ID, she almost stumbled backward. Her heart jumped to her mouth; it was from the CEOâs office.
Throwing a glance at Debbie, she gulped upon seeing the young ladyâs triumphant look. It seemed she
might have messed with the wrong DOR,
Hi, Carlos,â she greeted, managing a nervous smile.
âSend her up,â Carlos uttered, his voice as icy cold as ever. Although it was brief, Rhonda felt a little
dizzy. Her legs went numb and she could no longer move from her spot. To prevent herself from falling,
she had to cling to the desk hastily.
âOh my goodness! Carlos has called the reception himself. He rarely does that! Iâm screwed, â the
secretary wailed inwardly.
âYes, sir,â she responded, controlling her voice from being shrill. Her hands trembled as she hung up
the phone. So nervous she was, that she had to place the phone several times before doing it right.
Then, she took a deep breath. The woman who seemed Like she was having a panic attack repeated a
breathing exercise which she knew could calm her nerves. In this industry, there was hardly room for
mistakes. Yet it seemed like she might have just committed a grave one.
Although Debbie was standing near the front desk, it took Rhonda more than ten seconds to walk to
her. Her shaking legs betrayed her calm facade, but Debbie refrained from voicing out her observation.
âHello,