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.

the cleansing ritual concluded, Millie’s gaze returned to Marcus, her

attracts an abundance of admirers, rendering proximity to you perilous. Fortunately, I don’t

and Nancy were

Mountain Villa, Millie had been pushed to

the rain could well

propelling herself forward and vanquishing

were to endure a life characterized by such struggles in the days to come,

a resolute about-face, Millie

gaze steadfast upon the diminishing figure of Millie,

the turmoil within. Derek, his years of service rendering him an astute observer of Marcus’ demeanor,

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