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.

mysterious piece that once outshone Nancy in a campus contest, all other moments were marked by Nancy’s triumph. She

for Millie, shadowed behind her daily mask, she seemed to evaporate, leaving no trace or memory

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

to curve lightly. This time, she felt the tide of opportunity rising, and

grace, as she returned to her table. She felt a slight discomfort in her

Millie’s display of unwavering confidence, utterly unafraid of Nancy, gnawed at her

Millie breezed past her, as though

voice rang out, breaking

turning slightly, her voice a calm ripple in

a lamb approaching a wolf, challenging me. Do you even know who I am? Even with closed eyes, I could outpace you. How dare you, a mere shadow, challenge me? You’ll be swept away!”

before the work’s even

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