Chapter 918

As Millie made her way to the material department via the elevator to acquire new design tools, she

was joined by two girls from different floors.

Oblivious to Millie’s presence, they entered the elevator, engrossed in their mobile phones, and started

to converse.

“Can you believe it? She’s married to the president, and now she’s having an affair with Mr. Bruce. How

utterly disgraceful!”

Millie’s heart skipped a beat. The president? An affair with Mr. Bruce? They were discussing her!

“Yes, and right in the company too. Did you see how lovingly she looked at Mr. Bruce? It’s just too

much. She shows no respect for the president’s dignity whatsoever.”

“Our president is flawless, and she’s clearly not fit to him. Her behavior is simply wanton.”

Just then, the elevator doors slid open, and the girls stepped out. But Millie couldn’t let it go.

“Hold on! What are you two talking about?” she demanded.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

They turned, their faces registering shock at recognizing Millie.

“What’s on your phone?”

Millie’s eyes darted to the phone, and the two exchanged a glance before one of them huffed, “Show

her, or she’ll think we’re defaming her.”

Millie’s eyes widened as she saw the image on the screen. It was a picture of her and Bruce

conversing, but it seemed like a loving gaze was exchanged between them.

This was all a huge misunderstanding.

“Who snapped this photo?” she asked, anger rising.

“We didn’t. It was on the company website.”

The company website? Everyone must have seen it. But she hadn’t noticed it before.

“On the company website? I looked there earlier and didn’t find it.”

“It was removed quite a while ago. We saved it.”

That explained the strange looks she had been receiving.

Handing the phone back, Millie watched as the girls left, her fists clenching in frustration. Who would

have thought that an innocent chat could be misconstrued as a romantic encounter?

Who was the scoundrel behind the lens?

Her heart ached at the thought that Marcus, ever the jealous type, must have seen it too. Trouble was

brewing.

Back in the material department, Millie was met with several judgmental stares as she retrieved the

tools. She then headed back to the thirty-second floor.