Marcus, his expression condescending, made no effort to repeat himself as he looked down at her.

Two seconds later, Millie motioned to a nearby servant.

“Come here and fetch him a glass of milk.”

“Did I ask for her involvement?” Marcus restrained his temper, his patience wearing thin. They had just left the bar, yet Millie seemed determined to provoke him once more.

It seemed tonight’s lesson wasn’t enough for her.

Millie instinctively lowered her head, stealing a glance at her legs as the memories of soreness and numbness flooded back.

attempting to shake off the remnants of

abruptly shattered. Reluctantly, Millie set down her fork and reminded herself to regain

retrieving an empty glass. Millie reached for a large bottle of milk resting on the table, pouring its

cast a glance her way, accepting the glass at a deliberate pace. However, the moment he carried it into

homestead, Mia was

marred at all. That was an

companion, nearly suffered a beverage accident upon hearing

incensed movement, Gianna seized the paper from Mia’s hands and scanned the

vile girl has been feigning

had been swarming with media, resulting in Millie’s true visage plastered across the news, accompanied by a meticulous

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