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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?”

favour at all, seeing as Mr. Tate seemed more than willing to help Milly without

this

think Mr. Tate, given his position, has seen all sorts of

your gratitude. I’m sure he would

you.

sceptical. “Would that really

it–aside from the life–saving incident, remember the twelve helicopters and the truckload of luxury

GM.

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mean a lot more. As for the debt of saving your life, you

comes.”

Joy’s words. “I’ll give it a try,”

lit up

have

would make a good match and hoped for their happiness together, but

might bring them closer, even

the tense atmosphere of the conference hall, the normally unflappable department managers found themselves on edge,

be the most daunting they had

their meticulous reports and polished presentations, every department had faced the

the CEO’s trusted assistant, had not escaped censure for something as minor as failing

wooden table, a sound that echoed ominously

parting of his lips, he issued a

his word, a middle–aged man with a noticeable beer belly and receding hairline stood up hesitantly. Clutching his report, he walked toward the projection screen with trembling steps and began, “Hello, everyone, Mr. Tate.

introduction, George’s expression darkened, a palpable chill

are you from? If you can’t speak clearly, why

man, who stuttered

was he supposed to

sudden buzzing sound cut

sound sent an instant wave of panic among the department managers. Faces drained of colour, they fumbled for their phones, each praying that the