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Chapter 136 Embracing the Grace of Saving Lives

Joy’s expression turned earnest as she remarked, “After he saved you, he didn’t try to capitalise on your fame or accomplishments. He just left quietly, not asking for anything in return. Isn’t that a sign of true allection?

Milly, doesn’t that touch you at all?”

Milly looked at her steadily, a hint of amusement in her tone. “Your imagination is quite vivid. You should consider scriptwriting. It’s a waste for you to just be an assistant.”

Joy laughed and settled beside her, still convinced of her perspective. “Milly, I truly think Mr. Tate cares about you.

George cares about me?

Milly had never really considered it, not seriously.

Her past experiences had taught her to be wary of men, their intentions often less than noble, and this included George.

If it had been Neal who had saved her, dealing with the obligation might have felt simpler. However, with George, matters are significantly complicated.

Milly was already tangled up with him due to a previous incident involving a bracelet, and now, this life- saving event further entwined their lives, igniting a mix of emotions.

As an assistant, Joy was adept at reading nuances in behaviour. Noticing Milly’s furrowed brow and the irritation in her eyes, she sensed there was more to Milly’s feelings.

With a gentle voice, Joy asked after pursing her lips, “Milly, does the thought of owing Mr. Tate bother you?”

That question resonated deeply with Milly.

She nodded slowly, her voice low. “Yes, I don’t like owing people favours.”

Milly’s eyebrows furrowed, her voice carrying a note of frustration. ‘Do you have any suggestions?”

a mind to suggest that there was no need to repay the favour at all, seeing as Mr. Tate seemed more than willing to help

understanding that Milly did not share this

given his position, has seen all sorts of gifts, so traditional presents might not

call Mr. Tate to express your gratitude. I’m sure he

you.

sceptical. “Would that really

remember the twelve helicopters

GM.

the

for the debt of saving your life, you can look for

comes.”

this, finding logic in Joy’s words.

eyes lit up with encouragement.

noticed during George’s visits that he seemed to have a fondness for Milly, though Milly herself

make a good match and hoped for their happiness together,

this phone call might bring them closer, even if

normally unflappable department managers found themselves on edge, discreetly wiping away sweat from their

to be the

meticulous reports and polished presentations, every department had

escaped censure for

was filled with the rhythmic tapping of George’s fingers against the solid wooden table, a sound that echoed

his lips, he issued a curt command,

his report, he

he could finish his introduction, George’s expression darkened, a palpable chill emanating

as expected, he interrupted sharply, “Which department are you from? If you can’t speak clearly, why bother with the

to the balding man, who stuttered more intensely, struggling to

raced frantically–what was he supposed to

a sudden buzzing

colour, they fumbled for their phones, each praying