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!

Nancy’s being, propelling her towards the balcony in search

disdain blossomed. So what if Millie had transformed from a weed into a blossom? Ultimately, her comparison fell short against Nancy’s

arose, only to find

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

her seat, a chorus of gazes

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

were

herself, seeking sanctuary from the

and a

none of these

Thomas Group, each a creation by the

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