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Millie knitted her brows together, mulling over why they were still sticking around.

Marcus’ piercing gaze cut through the crowd, landing directly on her.

When her eyes met his, her heart fluttered as he gestured for her to approach.

A look of confusion washed over Millie’s delicate features. What did he want from her?

Mylo and Delmor followed his gaze, but their interest faded quickly, and they each drove off in their respective vehicles.

Now, only Marcus and his polished Bentley remained.

Millie approached, her eyes sparkling yet slightly narrowed, and she queried tentatively, “Did you need

a pair of polished, handcrafted leather shoes peeking out from

you a lift home. Why did you

deduced he was referring to Patrick. Evidently, he’d

you saw that? In hindsight, I think I might have missed an opportunity. I should have accepted his offer. It was a bit foolish to reject a ride when a car

caused a tight sensation in her chest. Even Marcus’ pristine white shirt

fair complexion tensed slightly as

hand tilted her chin upward as Marcus questioned her coldly, “Did you truly plan on letting him drive you? To where?

hotel? His sharp features were both striking

solid chest, only to wince as pain shot through her hand. Her hair whipped about in