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?”

half a mind to suggest that there was no need to repay the favour at all, seeing as

understanding that Milly did not share this view,

sorts of

Mr. Tate to express your gratitude. I’m

you.

sceptical. “Would that

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

GM.

Embracing the Grace of

phone call to acknowledge his gift and express your genuine gratitude could mean a lot more. As for the debt of saving your life, you can look for ways to reciprocate over time when

comes.”

considered this, finding logic in Joy’s words.

up

he seemed to have a fondness for Milly, though Milly

their happiness together, but she was resolved never to push Milly towards

even if

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

was shaping up to be the most daunting they

polished presentations, every department had faced the

not escaped censure for something as minor as failing

filled with the rhythmic tapping of George’s fingers against the solid wooden table, a sound that echoed ominously like a death knell in the

brief parting of his lips, he issued

a middle–aged man with a noticeable beer belly and receding hairline stood up hesitantly. Clutching his report, he walked toward the

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

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

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

raced frantically–what was he

a sudden buzzing sound

of colour, they fumbled for their phones, each praying that the disruptive

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