Chapter 1158

The utterance of her name elicited an exchanged glance between the guards, prompting the door’s

admission.

“Miss Brown, please, step within.”

Upon entry, Millie confronted an opulent suite wherein a distinguished gentleman, attired in formal

regalia, rose from his seat. His presence both surprised and heartened her.

“Mr. Green, why venture here in person?”

Mr. Green’s countenance softened into a genial smile as he responded, “I could not fathom anything

but apprehension until I dispatched Sky Heart personally. The gem is a triumph of the ages.”

Millie, swollen with gratitude, conveyed her appreciation.

“Your assistance proves invaluable. Allow me the honor of being your guide, revealing the charm of

Preagend.”

“Your gratitude is unwarranted, Miss Brown. I assure you, Sky Heart shall grace the conference

punctually.”

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Having bade farewell to Mr. Green, Millie exited the Royal Hotel, exhaling a sigh of relief. Her

preparations resplendent, she was prepared to face the day.

Yet Marcus’ expression bore a curiously unspoken weight as Millie rejoined him in the car. His voice

remained uncharacteristically silent.

Upon Millie’s seatbelt securing her within the vehicle, a query arose, “Love, why do you abstain from

driving?”

“What might you have done?”

Inquisitive curiosity flowed from Marcus’ visage as his gaze sought Millie’s.

Millie pondered whether Marcus suspected her of liaising with a paramour. Yet such a notion was

untenable, her finances scarcely permitted such indulgence.

“A secret, perhaps?” she coyly responded, a playful smile gracing her features.

Observing her playful demeanor, a fleeting urge to draw her into his embrace swept over Marcus, an

impulse he momentarily quelled.

Perceiving Marcus’ reluctance to take the driver’s seat, Millie orchestrated a calculated yawn, a subtle

ploy to invoke his drive to action.

“Guide the vehicle. Sleep beckons me, and I ache to nestle in the comfort of our home.”

With the car’s ignition, Marcus intoned, “You can’t sleep without telling me the secret.”

Upon their return, Millie promptly performed ablutions and ensconced herself in bed, her lids falling

over her eyes.

Recognizing her weariness, Marcus chose not to press her divulgence.

This morning, Marcus emerged from his ablutions attired in a crisply pressed charcoal suit, a prominent

watch gracing his wrist.

The day marked the crescendo of the Thomas Group’s endeavors. Millie, too, appeared resplendent in

a gown of elegance, a delicate touch of rouge adorning her visage. Yet, the joy one might expect was

eclipsed by her pensive mind as she sat on the sofa with her head bowed.

Upon descending the staircase, Marcus’ gaze intercepted Millie’s, only to discern an unexpected

glimmer of tears within her eyes.