Chapter 1005

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.

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

sharp words.

“Millie, is your intent to test my patience?”

Nancy’s familiar menacing undertone hung in the air, prompting Millie to pivot and arch a quizzical

brow.

“Indeed, not only am I keen on stretching your patience, but I also relish the prospect of witnessing you

grapple with a plight of misery.”

What?! Millie’s brazenness escalated the situation.

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

your decisions,” Nancy hissed venomousLy.

A faint shadow passed over Millie’s eyes. Nancy’s verbal bravado, a futile attempt to assert dominance,

swiftly segued into a veiled threat.

However, Millie recognized the need for heightened caution moving forward, acknowledging Nancy’s

capacity for extreme actions.

Upon her return home via taxi, Millie placated her growling stomach by embarking on a culinary

endeavor within her kitchen.

A lavish dinner emerged, meticulously presented on the table. A cursory glance at the time reinforced

the anticipation of Marcus’ return, customary eventuality imminent at this hour.

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

message from Grace arrived.

“Millie, have you eaten?”

Millie’s fingers danced across her phone’s screen in response.

“Not yet.”

“At this hour, you must be famished.”

A contemplative touch to her stomach informed Millie that her hunger had abated and the discomfort

had receded.

“No worries, Marcus hasn’t arrived home. I’ll wait for him to join me for dinner.”

Given that she had prepared a meal for both herself and Marcus, waiting seemed a reasonable choice.

She held a steadfast belief that he should be in proximity to their abode.