Chapter 966

“I’LL expedite our research and development,” Harlan promised, pulling on black gloves and checking

his phone.

Having known Marcus for so long, he could read the signs of the toll this injury was taking on him.

“It’s late. I need to head back,” Marcus said, glancing at his watch before turning to leave. He wanted to

be with Millie.

The thought of her brought a smile to his face.

Meanwhile, in the bar’s main hall downstairs, a man, dressed rather flamboyantly, approached Millie

and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Beauty, are you feeling Lonesome?”

Millie removed his grimy hand with a look of disgust, rising to her feet and preparing to find another

spot.

The man wasn’t ready to let her go so easily. He quickly moved to obstruct her path.

“You’re quite the fiery one,” he leered, enjoying the challenge.

“I like your spirit.”

Millie’s brows knitted together in annoyance.

“Move out of my way,” she commanded.

A flicker of embarrassment crossed the man’s face before he retorted, “Do you even know who I am?

Consider yourself lucky that I’ve taken a liking to you. You’ll be drinking with me tonight, whether you

like it or not.”

In response, Millie grabbed a glass of juice from the table and unceremoniously splashed it across the

man’s face.

“You bitch! How dare you defy me? Men, surround her! She needs to be taught a lesson today!” he

spat, wiping the liquid from his face. Several others, similarly dressed in flashy attire, advanced

menacingly.

Angela’s Library

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Millie’s voice wavered as she found herself encircled by the unruly group, fear creeping into her heart.

She looked around for her friend Grace but realized she must have gone to private rooms.

The pulsating music filled the air, its rhythm undulating as people lost themselves in revelry. Those who

happened to pass by merely glanced at the unfolding drama before moving on. It was not their

problem, and nobody seemed willing to intervene.

The man’s demeanor shifted, and he smiled insincerely at Millie.

“Don’t be so nervous,” he cooed. “I simply want to share a drink with you because of your beauty. Have

this glass of wine, and I’ll let you go.”

With a flourish, he raised his hand, and a companion handed him a glass filled with an odd-looking pink

drink.

He offered the glass to Millie, his smile turning into a lascivious grin.