Chapter: 395

Mrs. Barton was amazed by the enchanting snowscape surrounding her.

“Alright.” Millie turned her face to peer at the snowflakes outside, dancing gracefully like winter’s soft ballet.

Nancy cast a sidelong, skeptical glance at Millie, her disbelief mirrored in her eyes.

Millie’s confidence seemed as absurd as a fish insisting it could fly!

Did Millie claim fame for any renowned works during her study at Preagend University? None—not a whisper or a hint.

University, save for one mysterious piece that once outshone Nancy in a campus contest, all other moments

daily mask, she seemed to

catching Marcus’ eyes upon her. They were filled with a curious blend of shock, intrigue, and a serious glint,

gaze, she allowed her lips to curve lightly. This time, she felt the tide of opportunity

continue with your discussion; I’ll retreat to my seat,” Millie announced, her voice filled with grace, as she returned to her table. She felt a slight discomfort in her lower abdomen, guiding her straight to the restroom. Upon exiting, she found Nancy blocking

eyes, a venomous spark flickered. Millie’s display of unwavering confidence, utterly unafraid of Nancy, gnawed at her pride, leaving

past her, as though brushing aside

out, breaking the silence like

her voice a

Do you even know who I am? Even with closed eyes,

you think you’ve glimpsed the future, knowing the result before the work’s

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