Chapter: 391

Marcus was confident that, one day, Millie would open up to him.

In a separate chamber, Nancy found herself gazing intently at the message Millie had sent. The audacity with which Millie declared herself inferior to trash left Nancy dumbfounded.

Could anyone truly be so unhinged?

Oh, what a spectacle this was unfolding to be! Once deemed utterly unattractive, Millie turned out to possess a countenance of remarkable allure beneath her concealing mask.

What an irony!

coursed through Nancy’s being, propelling her towards the balcony

Millie had transformed from a weed into a blossom? Ultimately,

the new day’s arrival, Millie arose, only to find Marcus absent from her

the throbbing ache in her lower abdomen. This discomfort cast a pallor upon her face as morning dawned. Seeking refuge within the

her seat, a chorus of gazes

alighting upon a tableau featuring Marcus, Mrs. Barton, and Nancy at an adjacent table. Flanking them were Derek and Simon, two sentinels presiding over the scene. On the polished expanse of the table rested several cases

were

relocated herself, seeking sanctuary from the

Marcus’ eyes, shadows gathered, and a tempestuous inquiry poised upon his

do none of these adornments

troves of the venerable Thomas Group, each a creation by the skilled hands of their premier artisans. A treasury of opulence, a testament to the

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