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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.

her eyes sparkling yet slightly narrowed,

leaned nonchalantly against his car, a pair of polished, handcrafted leather shoes peeking out from beneath

a lift

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

I might have missed an opportunity. I should have accepted his offer. It was a bit foolish to reject a ride when a car was

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

tensed slightly

she was yanked into a fervent, firm embrace. A large hand tilted her chin upward as Marcus questioned her coldly, “Did you truly plan on letting him drive you? To where?

sharp features were both striking and overbearing. His words were outrageous and his actions audacious. This was crossing a

Millie struck at Marcus’ solid chest, only to wince as pain shot through her hand. Her hair whipped about in the night breeze, mirroring