A long silence settled before Rhea broke it with a disdainful snort.

“Well, I have woven a plan. This time, Marcus’ love for Millie shall sour.”

Bound to the hospital, Rhea knew her movements were limited. She must pull the strings from the shadows.

“What is it?” Analia’s eyes sparkled with curiosity.

Rhea’s eyes gleamed. “Listen to my words and follow them like a sacred command.”

Analia’s approval was immediate: a thumbs-up and praise. “Brilliant! You have the wisdom to defeat her with borrowed strength.”

Grace, Millie returned to her sanctuary, locating the perfume gifted by Marcus. A gentle mist on her smooth neck, and the room was filled with a mysterious aura. The delicate bottle danced in her

sound of footsteps, a

there, his tie undone, eyes fixed on the

this the

veil of shyness covering her face. Her fingers brushed her hair to mask

you come

bottle down, then swept her up, pressing her against the wall, his eyes filled

lost in his

closer, and he inhaled its

mouth, her voice

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