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.

gaze returned to Marcus, her

an abundance of admirers, rendering proximity to you

them, Rhea and Nancy were both epitomes of

at the Snow Mountain Villa, Millie had been pushed to the brink of

the

embodied an unrelenting dynamism, consistently propelling herself forward and

such struggles in the days to come, the weariness it

about-face, Millie departed from

remained, his gaze steadfast upon the diminishing

embodiment of stillness. His eyes, darkened by bitterness, bore witness to the turmoil within. Derek, his years of service rendering

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