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!

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

of disdain blossomed. So what if Millie had transformed from a weed into a

only to find

night because of the throbbing ache in her lower abdomen. This discomfort cast a pallor upon her

even as she settled into her seat,

at an adjacent table. Flanking them were Derek and Simon, two sentinels presiding over the scene. On the polished expanse

they were discussing

relocated herself, seeking sanctuary from

and a tempestuous inquiry poised upon

none of these adornments

a creation by the skilled hands of their premier artisans. A treasury of opulence, a testament to

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