Chapter 1153

Simultaneously, Nancy closed the gap between them, her fury palpable as she placed her hands on

her hips in a stance of indignation. In that moment, her intense desire to confront Millie was

unmistakable.

Nancy drew a deep breath, poised to confront Millie head-on.

“Fool me, you wretched creature? I’ll make you pay for this. You’re dead!” Nancy’s rage erupted in a

fierce proclamation.

Abruptly, Millie’s hand shot upward, flinging a dark object towards a nearby corner.

“Fine, you win. I’ll hand over the recorder.”

Seizing the momentary distraction, Millie swiftly darted into the nearby alley.

Humphrey’s assistant hastened to retrieve the object Millie had tossed, only to discover that it was a

mere pencil.

“It was a deception. This isn’t the recorder pen.”

Humphrey’s frustration manifested in a punch against the adjacent wall, yet he remained skeptical of

Millie’s chances of eluding capture. A dead-end loomed ahead, terminating at the riverbank. The river

raced with a formidable current, making a leap into its depths an improbable escape route for Millie.

Pressing forward with all her might, Millie’s steps faltered suddenly, causing her to lose her footing and

slip.

“ARI”

In a split-second reaction, Millie instinctively seized the handrail, her gaze dropping to the churning

waters of the river below.

The peril was stark. The fractured railing had brought her perilously close to tumbling into the river’s

depths. Millie swiftly regained her footing, her gaze fixed on the abyss below. Tremors rippled through

her legs as the gravity of the situation set in.

Her flight had culminated in a dead end. Frustration surged within her. To evade Humphrey’s grasp,

she faced a daunting choice, either scale the wall or plunge into the river’s embrace.

In a daring move, she leaped, aiming to reach the wall’s crest, but her fingertips fell short, unable to

make contact.

Angela’s Library

The nearing footsteps intensified Millie’s anxiety, causing a cold sweat to bead on her skin.

Suddenly, Harlan materialized on the opposite side of the wall.

“Grab my hand,” Harlan urged urgently.

Millie’s eyes widened in recognition.

“Harlan?” she exclaimed, disbelief coloring her tone.

Acting on instinct, Millie wasted no time. She seized Harlan’s hand, allowing herself to be swiftly pulled

to safety on the opposite side of the wall. Harlan’s subsequent action, tossing a stone into the river,

produced a resounding thud that echoed through the air.

“Harlan.”

With a subtle gesture, Harlan motioned for Millie to remain silent.

Urgent footsteps echoed from the far end of the wall.