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.

vigorously shook her head, attempting to shake off the remnants of

abruptly shattered. Reluctantly, Millie set down her

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

However, the moment he carried it into his study, a triumphant smirk crept across

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

wasn’t marred at all. That was an artificial scar. She tricked

companion, nearly suffered a

Gianna seized the paper from Mia’s hands

vile girl has been feigning ugliness all this

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

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