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Bria advanced into the rain, intending to enforce Millie’s compliance. Swiftly, Millie’s hand swept through the air, a resounding slap landing on Bria’s cheek.

“step back!” Millie’s admonishment cleaved through the air as Bria reeled from the impact, her hand cradling her stinging countenance and her body succumbing to the rain-soaked ground.

She turned to Marcus for help. “Sir, I did what madam ordered me to do. But Millie slapped me.”

Marcus’ voice cut through the rain, its frigidity rivaled only by the downpour itself.

“Millie, does your arrogance persist even now?”

“A mere slap is too lenient.” Millie’s hand ascended, capturing a handful of rainwater. The gesture was an attempt to cleanse herself. Bria’s countenance had left an indelible mark that triggered Millie’s disgust upon contact.

Millie’s gaze returned to Marcus, her tone

your allure attracts an abundance of admirers, rendering proximity to you perilous. Fortunately,

them, Rhea and Nancy were both epitomes of

Villa, Millie had been pushed to the

the whole night in the rain

Millie had embodied an unrelenting dynamism, consistently propelling herself forward

characterized by such struggles in the days to come, the weariness it promised

Millie departed from the

remained, his gaze steadfast upon the

within. Derek, his years of service rendering him an astute observer of Marcus’ demeanor, found his boss‘ countenance colder and more ruthless than