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?”

need to repay the favour at all, seeing as Mr. Tate seemed more than

not share this view,

given his position, has seen all sorts of gifts,

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

you.

looked sceptical. “Would that

think about it–aside from the life–saving incident, remember the twelve helicopters and the truckload of luxury goods Mr. Tate

GM.

the Grace of Saving

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

comes.”

this, finding logic in Joy’s words. “I’ll give it

lit up with

to have a fondness for Milly, though

that George and Milly would make a good match and hoped for their happiness together, but she was resolved never to push

hoped this phone call might bring them closer, even if she felt

tense atmosphere of the conference hall, the normally unflappable department

up to be

their meticulous reports and polished presentations, every department

escaped censure for something

tapping of George’s fingers against the solid wooden table, a sound

his lips, he issued a

his

could finish his introduction, George’s expression

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

balding man, who stuttered more intensely, struggling

raced frantically–what was

that moment, a sudden buzzing sound cut through

an instant wave of panic among the department managers. Faces drained of colour, they fumbled for

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