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.

Preagend University, save for one mysterious piece that once outshone Nancy in a campus contest, all other moments were marked by Nancy’s

her daily mask, she seemed to evaporate, leaving no trace or memory

were filled with a curious blend of shock, intrigue, and a serious glint, as if probing her very

tide of opportunity rising, and she

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

utterly unafraid of Nancy, gnawed at her pride, leaving her feeling belittled

Millie breezed past her, as though brushing aside

rang out, breaking the silence like a

slightly, her voice a calm

lamb approaching a wolf, challenging me. Do you even know who I am? Even with closed eyes, I

future, knowing the result before the work’s even been produced?” Millie retorted, arms crossed like a

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