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 shake off the

Reluctantly, Millie

reached for a large bottle of milk

the

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

all. That was an artificial

nearly suffered a beverage accident upon hearing

from Mia’s hands and scanned the article, rage

girl has been feigning

previous night’s gala, organized by Claudia, 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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