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.

shook her head, attempting to shake

been abruptly shattered. Reluctantly, Millie set down her fork and

an empty glass. Millie reached for a large bottle of milk resting on

deliberate pace. However, the moment he

the Browns’ homestead, Mia was absorbed in the morming paper when an unexpected headline

face wasn’t marred at all. That

companion, nearly suffered a beverage accident upon hearing the shocking

a swift, incensed movement, Gianna seized the paper from Mia’s hands

has been feigning

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

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