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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.

welled within Nancy as Millie prolonged the mystery, an exasperation underscored by

is your intent

familiar menacing undertone hung in the air, prompting Millie to pivot and

am I keen on stretching your patience, but I also relish

brazenness escalated

refrain from doing.

eyes. Nancy’s verbal bravado, a futile attempt to assert dominance, swiftly

for heightened caution moving forward, acknowledging Nancy’s capacity

placated her growling stomach by

meticulously presented on the table. A cursory glance at the time

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

“Millie, have you eaten?”