Chapter 25

Millie nodded. “Okay, magnolia flowers. Got it. Anyway, | want to attend your grandmother's party. I'll design your gift for her if

you find a way for me to attend it”

As soon as she was done talking, they heard the sound of a car’s engine approaching from the outside.

Millie scowled, assuming Marcus had come back. She had to return to the bedroom now. The man would definitely get mad if he

found out that she had eaten without even uttering a single word of apology.

“The scum in back. I’m going back to the room.”

With that, Millie bolted to the stairs. For a few confused seconds, Bruce did nothing other than watch her disappearing figure.

Millie was already on the second floor by the time Marcus entered the house.

With his car key swinging in his finger, Marcus walked into the living room, then frowned when he saw Bruce. “What are you

doing here?”

Bruce leaned back on the sofa, feigning ignorance as he replied, “I’m here to meet your wife. Why didn’t you tell us you got

married? Why would you hide something so important from your own family?”

Marcus undid his tie expressionlessly before his gaze landed on the stairs.

“Did you meet her, then?”

“No, your servant told me that you locked her up and denied her food because you find her too ugly to be out in public. | don’t

have the keys to free her, so how would | meet her?” Bruce retorted.

Marcus's lips twisted viciously as he cast a harsh gaze at Bruce.

“Who among the servants said that?”

The passing servant almost tripped on her own feet when she heard that.

“Oh, come on. I’m just kidding. You still can’t take a joke, can you?” Bruce quipped with a chuckle. “Speaking of which, is your

wife really the ugliest woman in Preagend? Bring her down here, will you? | want to see how hideous she looks. That makes me

wonder... Don’t you think that bringing together the Thomas family’s most handsome member and Preagend’s ugliest woman is

like doing good for the world?”

Marcus snorted as he sat down on the other sofa. As he had expected, a foul tongue was incapable of proper speech.

‘What are you talking about?”

‘What | mean is that with you as their father, your children won't be monstrously unattractive like her because your good genes

will balance out her bad ones. Just imagine how horrendous-looking her children would be if she had married another ugly man,”

Bruce joked.

Marcus's expression went very cold in an instant. “Get out of here.”

His anger was like a swarm of knives swooping down to sever his victim into pieces, and Bruce immediately sensed it directed at

him.

“[m just kidding, man. Fine. | won’t insist on seeing her today. I'll definitely meet her at Grandma’s birthday party anyway.”

After saying that, Bruce left with a dejected sigh.