Chapter 1155

“Here is your phone.” Harlan produced a phone from the depths of his pocket, presenting it to Millie.

Millie, taken aback by the unexpected offering, received the device with a mix of astonishment and

gratitude. He had pursued her every step of the way, even retrieving her phone.

Observing that Millie’s breath had regained its calm cadence, Harlan advanced with a purposeful stride.

“Shall we embark?”

“Whither, you ask?” Millie fell a step behind him.

“Let us seek out your paramour, Marcus.”

A rosy hue graced Millie’s cheeks. For all of Harlan’s enigmatic demeanor, he spoke with a candidness.

Could it be that Marcus had truly returned?

Emerging from the narrow passage, they encountered a stationary automobile. From its confines

emerged Marcus, his countenance suffused with relief upon glimpsing Millie in a state of unharmed

security.

The instant Harlan set foot back in Preagend, he apprised her of the peril that had menaced Millie,

prompting his rush to this very location.

“You have indeed made a homecoming,” he remarked.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

As Millie’s eyes fell upon Marcus, a radiant gleam illuminated them, propelling her forthrightly into his

embrace.

“Have misfortune’s fangs grazed you?”

In an instant, Marcus seized Millie’s hand, his touch gentle yet thorough, as though he feared hidden

injuries might lurk beneath her surface.

Supportively, Harlan interposed, folding his arms, “She’s unharmed, rest assured. Her heart only raced

a tad from her swift sprint.”

Turning his gaze towards Harlan, Marcus uttered heartfelt gratitude.

“I am indebted.”

Without delay, Millie procured a recorder pen and tendered it to Marcus.

“Contained within is the audio testament. Its words bear witness to Swan Kiss as a creation of mine.”

Marcus accepted the device, his eyes sparkling.

“Promise me to eschew such perilous endeavors in the future. Allow me to shoulder the risk.”

Never had he anticipated Millie’s ventures into such jeopardy. Yet he found solace in the decision to

enlist Harlan’s guardianship.

Millie, a touch bashful, lightly grazed her cheek.

“Their vigilance was keen, scarcely affording me time to take the recorder pen away.”

Days prior, the Thomas Group had contended over a lucrative land tract. This land, strategically

positioned, bore the potential for prodigious profit. It stood as a pivotal Thomas Group venture,

necessitating Marcus’ personal oversight.