Chapter 234

“When | was in the private room, | saw you exchanging messages with that tattooed man. You must be acquainted.”

“Do you find it peculiar that | know him? The head of the Dayen Group is a notable figure; shouldn’t | be acquainted with him?”

His rebuttal had merit. No—Millie’s head shook in negation.

“No, that man is reckless and egotistical. | don’t perceive him as the head of the Dayen Group, but more akin to a figurehead

who was thrust into the spotlight.”

Leon cocked an eyebrow, challenging Millie's assumption. “So, you suppose he’s a puppet, and I’m the puppeteer orchestrating

the Dayen Group? Your imagination paints quite a picture.”

Cease calling me ‘little mouse’! She harbored a phobia of mice! In her youth, a mouse leapt onto her, triggering an unconscious

swoon!

Inhaling deeply, Millie pursed her lips, offering no denial.

“You believe you've discovered my secret and plan to report me to your husband for conspiring with his adversaries?”

Her lips curled into a subtle smile.

“Whether | have a vivid imagination or not, you and | know. And yes, | can keep a secret, as long as you agree to operate on my

grandmother.”

“Ah, a threat. So you’d risk your husband's interests for your grandmother? Do you realize the loss your husband would incur if

this accusation were true?” Unfazed, Leon quizzically raised an eyebrow, challenging Millie.

“Well, well, a wedded daughter is still a daughter. Isn’t that right?”

Millie bit her plump lips. Why couldn’t he just reply directly about whether he would agree or not?

Why did he have to dissect her motives?

Her voluminous lashes fluttered slightly. Although Leon didn’t project strength externally, she felt he was a formidable adversary

capable of ensnaring people.

“My grandmother is my priority. She nurtured me from my infancy, and it’s time | reciprocated.”

Despite her steadfast tone, an image of Marcus’ face surfaced in her mind, ignitinga twinge of guilt.

Leon applauded lightly.

“Your dedication to your grandmother is commendable, little mouse. But regarding the operation, you should abandon that idea.

Use this time to make memories with her. | refuse to operate on her.”

“Why won't you proceed with the surgery?”

Anote of despair tinged Millie’s voice, which rose in pitch.

She'd barely caught a flicker of hope, only to have it extinguished ruthlessly.