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.

to shake off the remnants

abruptly shattered. Reluctantly, Millie

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

her way, accepting the glass at a deliberate pace. However, the moment he

the earliest rays of dawn, nestled within the confines of the Browns’ homestead, Mia was absorbed in the morming paper when an unexpected headline provoked a cry from

wasn’t marred at all. That was an artificial

a beverage accident upon hearing

from Mia’s hands and scanned the article, rage

has been feigning ugliness all this

gala, organized by Claudia, had been swarming with media, resulting in Millie’s true visage plastered across the

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