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 off the remnants of

Millie set down her fork and reminded herself to

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

pace. However, the moment he carried it into his study, a triumphant

Mia was absorbed in the morming paper when an unexpected headline

way! Millie’s face wasn’t marred at all. That was an

coffee companion, nearly suffered a beverage accident

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

has been

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

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