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.

head, attempting to

abruptly shattered. Reluctantly, Millie set down her

Millie reached for a large bottle of milk resting on the table, pouring its contents into the

at a deliberate pace. However, the moment he carried it into his study, a triumphant smirk crept across his

nestled within the confines of the Browns’ homestead, Mia was absorbed in the morming paper when

way! Millie’s face wasn’t marred at all. That was an artificial scar. She tricked

coffee companion, nearly suffered a beverage

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

vile girl has been feigning ugliness

night’s gala, organized by Claudia, had been swarming with media, resulting in Millie’s true

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