“When I was in the private room, I saw you exchanging messages with that tattooed man. You must be acquainted.”

“Do you find it peculiar that I know him? The head of the Dayen Group is a notable figure; shouldn’t I be acquainted with him?”

His rebuttal had merit. No—Millie’s head shook in negation.

“No, that man is reckless and egotistical. I don’t perceive him as the head of the Dayen Group, but more akin to a figurehead who was thrust into the spotlight.”

Leon cocked an eyebrow, challenging Millie’s assumption. “So, you suppose he’s a puppet, and I’m the puppeteer orchestrating the Dayen Group? Your imagination paints quite a picture.”

Cease calling me ‘little mouse’! She harbored a phobia of mice! In her youth, a mouse leapt onto her, triggering an unconscious swoon!

deeply, Millie pursed her lips, offering

to report me

lips curled into a

you and I know. And yes, I

the loss your husband would incur if

well, a wedded daughter is still a daughter.

her plump lips. Why couldn’t he just

have to

Leon didn’t project strength externally, she felt he was a formidable adversary capable of ensnaring

priority. She nurtured me from my infancy, and it’s time I

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