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!

through Nancy’s being, propelling her towards the balcony in search of a gust

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

Millie arose, only

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

as she settled into her seat, a

wandered sideways, 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

they were

relocated herself, seeking sanctuary from

a tempestuous inquiry poised

do none of these adornments catch

troves of the venerable Thomas Group, each a creation by the skilled hands of their

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