“You…” Fanny seethed.

As Millie approached the entrance of the private room, she gently pushed open the door, only to be greeted by a gathering of individuals whose appearances exuded elegance and nobility, whether adorned in formal attire or casual wear.

To her astonishment, they were all friends of Marcus, and their collective gaze fell upon her in unison. Faced with the scrutiny of four pairs of eyes, Millie’s lips pressed together, and she felt a slight flutter of nervousness.

With a silence that spoke volumes, Millie lifted her head.

“Fanny mentioned that someone sought me here.”

As the words escaped her lips, she noticed their attention shift towards the man seated at the head of the table. However, the man remained engrossed in his phone, his gaze never lifting.

icy tone, he stated, “Who permitted her

hesitated, contemplating a swift exit. Her intuition warned her

invited her in the first place, wasn’t about to let her depart so easily.

carried in your

seized the plate

doesn’t befit you. Please take a seat and allow me

of confusion enveloped Millie’s mind. What were they all up to? Their actions only deepened her unease. However, she quickly pinched her arm, commanding herself to remain

duties and cannot sit. Please take a seat yourselves. Would you like to sample this drink?

the prospect of

who wouldn’t find delight in

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