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Millie collected her materials and moved past Nancy.

“Millie, just who are you?” Nancy’s gaze bore into Millie’s retreating figure, the intensity palpable.

In terms of age, Millie fell short of Nancy’s standing, and in terms of industry influence, Nancy’s name reverberated throughout the realm of jewelry design.

How could Millie outshine her? Nancy’s mind raced, the puzzle of Millie’s ascendancy eluding her grasp.

“Nancy, instead of fixating on deciphering my identity, invest that energy into crafting exceptional designs.”

Nancy’s insatiable curiosity gnawed at her, yet Millie remained resolute in her determination to withhold her true identity. Letting Nancy languish in the throes of uncertainty seemed a fitting recompense.

the mystery, an exasperation underscored by

your intent

in the air, prompting Millie

but I also relish the prospect of witnessing you grapple with a plight of

brazenness

you drive me to extremities, there’s little I’d refrain from doing. Pray that you don’t come to

Nancy’s verbal bravado, a futile

the need for heightened caution moving forward, acknowledging Nancy’s capacity

growling stomach by embarking on a culinary

cursory glance at the time reinforced the anticipation

in hand, Millie settled onto the sofa, intent on dialing Marcus’ number. But just then, a message

“Millie, have you eaten?”