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.

her head, attempting to

once chipper mood had been abruptly shattered. Reluctantly, Millie set down her fork and reminded herself to

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

accepting the glass at a deliberate pace. However, the

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

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

suffered a

Mia’s hands and scanned the article, rage tremors resonating through her

been feigning ugliness all

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

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