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 shake

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

way to the kitchen, retrieving an empty glass. Millie reached for a large bottle of milk resting on

her way, accepting the glass at a deliberate pace. However, the moment he carried it into his study, a

the confines of the Browns’ homestead, Mia

at all. That

coffee companion, nearly suffered a

Gianna seized the paper from Mia’s hands and scanned the article, rage tremors resonating through

vile girl has been feigning ugliness

swarming with media, resulting in Millie’s true visage plastered across the

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