Chapter 163

Chapter: 163

Bruce feigned curiosity and continued, “Marcus, you truly are a scholar of great accomplishment. Your choice of words is

undeniably refined. ‘Enlightening’? Using your mouth to enlighten Millie, you drew so near that one might mistake a kiss for

imminent. It is rather embarrassing. In broad daylight, couldn’t you have sought a more secluded setting to educate her?”

Marcus couldn’t help but mutter under his breath, “Damn.”

Meanwhile, at the entrance to her room, Millie gently tapped her forehead, her face still emanating a heat akin to a simmering

fire. Given the chance, she would undoubtedly impart a valuable lesson to Bruce.

“Bitch!”

Rhea emerged from the adjacent room and immediately commenced her assault on Millie's character as soon as she caught

sight of her retreating figure.

“You conniving woman. You are naught but a seductress, employing every means to captivate Marcus.”

Millie tumed around, her eyes meeting Rhea’s fiery gaze.

Rhea had just witnessed the interaction between Marcus and Millie on the balcony, and in that moment, she wished she could

rush forward and tear Millie apart.

“Are you truly ignorant, or do you suffer from an intellectual deficit? Does my husband require seduction from me? We may

engage in any loving and affectionate behavior that we desire. However, wait a moment; are you attempting to seduce him?”

Millie’s frustration grew, fueled by Bruce’s previous words, and Rhea happened to be within her line of fire.

Millie had actually accused her of seducing.

Rhea stood stunned, her mouth agape, her glare fixed on Millie. After a few seconds, she suddenly lunged at Millie, consumed

by her anger and no longer caring for anything else.

“Millie, | shall end you.”

Quick on her feet, Millie pushed open the door, swiftly entered her room, and slammed it shut.

Rhea’s attempt proved futile, leaving her with burning anger. In her frustration, she kicked the door, only to inflict great pain on

her foot. Clutching her poor foot, she cried out in agony.

Lying upon her bed, Millie tossed and tured, unable to find solace in sleep, exhaling sighs of frustration.

How had she allowed herself to be controlled by Marcus on the balcony? Was she not typically fearless? What troubled her most

was that when she peered into Marcus’ eyes, she saw naught but a reflection of herself as a mere clown, stripped of confidence

and esteem.

She felt like an utter imbecile, a fool.

Frustrated and sleepless, Millie resolved to rise from her bed and venture downstairs.

In the courtyard below, an elderly man wove bamboo baskets. Millie approached him politely and inquired, “Sir, what purpose do

these bamboo baskets serve?”

The old man raised his head, observing Millie as she scrutinized a bamboo basket with utmost care.

“Miss, are you an employee of Mr. Thomas’ company as well? These bamboo baskets are intended for your use in picking

oranges later,” he replied