Chapter 180

Chapter: 180

Patrick’s pride had undoubtedly been bruised by this incident. Millie knew this was a big hit to him.

Marcus slammed the door shut behind him, leaving Millie alone with her thoughts.

Upon reaching his room, Marcus carefully examined it, searching for any signs of intrusion.

He noticed the curtains swaying slightly out of the comer of his eye. Approaching it stealthily, he pulled them apart to reveal an

open window.

He clearly remembered having closed it before leaving.

Given the hotel’s height of only five floors, it wouldn’t be impossible for a trained professional to climb up.

His uncle’s men were clearly persistent, even in his uncle's absence.

Marcus sat at the edge of his bed in the dark, waiting for his uncle’s men to strike again.

The silence that cloaked the room for ten minutes was unsettling. Marcus furrowed his brow, lost in contemplation. Suddenly, he

sprang up, opening the door to knock on Millie’s.

Millie, who had just settled into bed, reluctantly rose to answer the door. Seeing Marcus, she was taken aback.

“What do you want?” she asked, puzzled.

“You just opened the door without even checking who it was?” Marcus stared at her crimson lips, a note of anger in his tone as

he barged into her room.

Millie regretted her decision instantly.

“What are you doing here?” Millie followed him in, observing as he scanned the room.

“Why are the lights off?” His voice was tinged with suspicion.

“| was going to sleep, hence the lights were off. What are you searching for?”

Millie retorted, flicking the lights on. Only then did she notice Marcus’ stern expression.

Marcus surveyed Millie’s room, finding no overt signs of an intruder. Proceeding cautiously to the window, he spotted a footprint

on the windowsill. A flicker of coldness crossed his face.

Had he arrived any later, Millie might have been in grave danger.

“Someone’s been in my room!” Millie followed him to the window, her gaze falling upon the footprint. She felt her mind blanking

out for a moment before being replaced by a cold wave of fear. How had she not noticed anything amiss?

Marcus’ silence affirmed her fears.

After a moment, Millie wrapped herself in her shawl, sighing. “This is the fifth floor.