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 in search of a gust of

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

arose, only to find Marcus absent from her

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

settled into her seat,

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 brimming with

were

relocated herself, seeking sanctuary from the

eyes, shadows gathered, and a tempestuous inquiry poised

none of these adornments

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

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