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Suddenly, Marcus’ phone, resting on the bed, sprang to life. Both Marcus and Millie turned their attention to the device.

Marcus released Millie’s arm after a prolonged ring and went to answer the call.

The conversation remained unknown, but with each passing moment, Marcus’ brows furrowed increasingly.

Seeing Marcus in fresh attire and seemingly recovered from the drug’s influence,

Millie felt a wave of relief wash over her. She sank into the nearest chair.

But the mysterious phone call began to trouble her. Had something transpired? Was it related to her? Marcus kept throwing glances her way while on the phone. Look, he was doing it again.

his eyes narrowing, as he asked the

and her mind raced. Why was he looking at her

tossed his phone onto the bed. He then strutted

tension, Millie decided to

on? Who

over her, his sturdy hands resting on either side of Millie’s chair, effectively caging her in. His

you’d voiced plans for a

lips quivered at the revelation. The previous call was from Rylie. That blabbermouth—how had she informed Marcus

imposing glare suggested his displeasure

herself, Millie took a