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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.

glance at Millie, his eyes narrowing, as he asked the person on the other end,

pounded, and her mind raced. Why was he looking

a brief exchange, the call concluded, and Marcus casually tossed his phone onto the bed. He then strutted

decided to

Who

her, his sturdy hands resting on either side

mentioned that you’d voiced plans for

revelation. The previous call was from Rylie.

constricted eyes and the imposing glare suggested his displeasure

took a