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

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

a large bottle of milk resting on the table,

the moment he carried it into his study,

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

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

nearly suffered a beverage accident upon hearing the shocking

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

girl has been feigning ugliness

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

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