Chapter 1018

Suddenly, the door burst open, and a young woman rushed in.

Harlan’s face darkened, anger replacing concern.

“Who allowed you in here? Leave! No one is permitted here without my consent!” he barked,

emphasizing the need to keep Marcus’ condition confidential.

The young woman’s fear was evident, but to everyone’s surprise, she approached Harlan and took

hold of his arm.

“Then come out with me. I miss you so much,” she pleaded, trying to pull Harlan from the room.

Harlan was tall and solidly built. She strained to pull him away, exerting all her strength, but her efforts

were in vain.

With ease, Harlan withdrew his hand and fixed a steady gaze on her.

“What’s wrong with you? Why must you persist in this folly?” he snapped.

Harlan had never met such a tenacious and daring woman. If a man had behaved in such a manner, he

would have physically ejected him from the premises.

The woman’s fear was overshadowed by her determination as she met Harlan’s gaze defiantly.

“I’ve told you that my name is Mavis. Don’t forget it,” she declared, a flash of disappointment in her

eyes as she rushed out of the room.

Marcus’ eyes followed her exit before turning to Harlan, his curiosity piqued.

With a sigh, Harlan closed the door and walked back, his brow furrowed.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

“A few days ago, I nearly collided with her while driving. I took her to the hospital to ensure she was

unhurt. Though she wasn’t injured, she insisted that I had hit her and that I should be held responsible.

In truth, I stopped the car in time, and it never touched her. She was only frightened. Now she won’t

leave me alone.”

A smile played at Marcus’ lips. Never before had he seen a woman act so boldly around Harlan.

The doctor joined in the laughter. It was common knowledge that Harlan’s demeanor was intimidating;

no woman dared to challenge him.

Meanwhile, outside the villa, Millie stepped out of her car and approached the grand iron gate, her

forehead creased in thought.

A servant, a plain middle-aged woman, noticed Millie’s lingering presence and approached.

“Miss, whom are you seeking?”

Millie’s Lips pressed together as she asked, “Is Marcus inside?”

The servant pondered for a moment and replied, “You mean Mr. Thomas, right? Please come in.”

Observing that Millie was polite, the plain middle-aged woman who served as the servant believed that

Millie was not a malicious person.

She then opened the door, welcoming Millie inside.

Just then, Mavis, still fumed from her earlier encounter, spotted the servant leading a young woman

into the villa.