Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Chapter: 171

“He’s a piece of crap! Cheating on his wife with two other women,” she spat.

She was unrelenting-she insisted on working. And it fell upon Jared to find her another job. This time the position was a sales associate ina supermarket. However, within three days, Debbie was fired from that job as well. The manager didn’t take kindly to the bruises she left on his face. Who knew? “He had it coming! He’s a bully.” Again, she didn’t think she did anything wrong.

But she was hell-bent and determined to work. And Jared was on the verge of having a nervous breakdown. Then one day, Kristina said to

Debbie, “Deb, why don’t you sing with me in the bar? You have a wonderful singing voice. I know the barflies will love you, and if anyone can bring the moola in, it’s you.”

“Okay, why not?” Debbie agreed. While the girls cheered excitedly,

Jared was worried to death. As much as he wanted Debbie to have a job, he thought it was a Lousy idea to let her work in a bar, considering that she already hit someone in both the supermarket and the cafe. It was not hard to predict what was going to happen to have Debbie working in a place as chaotic as a bar.

But Jared might catch a break this time. He was a little more easy-going, when he realized that one of his friends was a regular; he could go with him and watch over Debbie.

Debbie had a problem. She had to attend Carlos’ Lessons every evening, so she couldn’t sing in the bar every night. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Of course, Jared came up with a solution. He told the manager that

Debbie didn’t have to work in the bar every day; she could come there when she could and be paid by the hour. Intimidated by Jared’s status, the manager agreed.

Since Carlos was so busy, sometimes he would have to cancel the lesson, like tonight. Earlier, he texted Debbie, saying he couldn’t make it tonight. Debbie was glad that she could go to the bar and make some money.

The first two nights, Jared stayed in the bar to keep an eye on her.

Some men confessed their love for Debbie, but except for that, nobody dared harass her.

On the third night, Debbie won everyone’s heart with “Love Paradise.”

For half an hour the DJ used the widescreen in the bar to display the declaration of his love for Debbie.

“Be my girlfriend, Debbie. I love you,” he shouted passionately through the microphone.

Then the customers clamored excitedly.

“I’m married. I have a husband,”

Debbie told the DJ.

But since she wasn’t wearing a wedding ring, nobody believed her.

At length, she was able to pick up the mic, wait for the background music to start, and start singing once more.

Once she started singing “Pray for You”, a man in the VIP area on the second floor sprang up from the sofa with a glass of liquor sloshing in his hand. The girl hadn’t noticed, just singing beautifully, hypnotizing the throng with her siren-like voice. Standing by the

French window, Carlos squinted at her gloomily. ‘When did she start here? Why wasn’t I told?’

He wouldn’t have even come to such a place if he didn’t have to deal with something important there that night.

Blissfully unaware that Carlos was watching her from above, Debbie continued singing.