Chapter 214

“Grace, | apologize for troubling you so late. It must have disturbed your rest,” Millie said.

“Don’t mention it. Mrs. Thomas tossed you out, and Marcus didn’t intervene? He is your husband, after all.” Grace fumed.

Millie quickly shook her head. “Let's not discuss him. He has a strong dislike for me.

| would be thankful if he doesn’t exacerbate the situation.”

After a brief pause, Millie added, “But to be frank, | don’t hold him in high regard either.”

“Ah, you've had a rough time, Millie.” Grace expressed her empathy, having listened to Millie’s litany of issues.

Millie waved off her own concerns, eager to turn the conversation around. “Let’s not dwell on my troubles. What’s new with you?”

“I've recently secured a position at the prestigious Preagend five-star restaurant.

The job is gratifying, and Lady Luck has smiled upon me. | won a travel voucher in a local lottery. | wish | could take my mother

on a much-needed vacation, but unfortunately, | can’t seem to get leave from work, and no one’s available to cover for me.”

“T could stand in for you, allowing you the chance to travel with your mom,” Millie generously suggested.

Grace hesitated, torn between gratitude and discomfort. “Are you sure? The trip could take several days.”

“It's perfectly fine. Go ahead, and don’t feel the need to hold back around me.”

“Thank you, Millie. I'll bring you back a souvenir,” Grace gushed, filled with thankfulness and wrapped Millie in a warm hug.

Sitting next to Millie at the table was a man with an unrefined look on his face as he eyed her.

At that moment, an opulent SUV pulled up outside the restaurant. Two well-dressed men emerged from the vehicle, causing a

stir as they entered the dining room. Their entrance piqued the curiosity of the other patrons, whose gazes naturally drifted

towards them.

“My, those gentlemen are quite dashing,” remarked a diner.

“Indeed, they are striking. Even though they seem rather serious,” another added.

At the murmurings, Grace turned her attention towards the entrance. Her eyes widened in recognition. Unable to contain her

surprise, she queried Millie.

“Am | mistaken, or has Marcus come to fetch you?”

Following Grace’s line of sight, Millie spotted Marcus, his gaze sharper and colder than usual. A chill ran down her spine as she

wondered why he was there.

Once inside the restaurant, Marcus seated himself on a nearby couch, exuding an air of nobility.

Bruce creased his brow at the sight of that. Nonetheless, he approached Millie with a friendly smile.