Chapter 277

“You...” Fanny seethed.

As Millie approached the entrance of the private room, she gently pushed open the door, only to be greeted by a gathering of

individuals whose appearances exuded elegance and nobility, whether adorned in formal attire or casual wear.

To her astonishment, they were all friends of Marcus, and their collective gaze fell upon her in unison. Faced with the scrutiny of

four pairs of eyes, Millie’s lips pressed together, and she felt a slight flutter of nervousness.

With a silence that spoke volumes, Millie lifted her head.

“Fanny mentioned that someone sought me here.”

As the words escaped her lips, she noticed their attention shift towards the man seated at the head of the table. However, the

man remained engrossed in his phone, his gaze never lifting.

In an icy tone, he stated, “Who permitted her entry?”

An unmistakable sense of being deceived washed over Millie. She hesitated, contemplating a swift exit. Her intuition warned her

that no good would come from staying here.

Yet Mylo, who had invited her in the first place, wasn’t about to let her depart so easily. Rising from his seat, he called out to her,

halting her retreat.

“It was | who granted you entry. The item you carried in your hand has gained popularity outside, and my curiosity was piqued,”

Mylo explained.

Without delay, Bruce seized the plate from Millie’s hand.

“Millie, this work doesn’t befit you. Please take a seat and allow me to take care of it,” Bruce interjected.

A fog of confusion enveloped Millie’s mind. What were they all up to? Their actions only deepened her unease. However, she

quickly pinched her arm, commanding herself to remain alert and clear-headed.

“Unfortunately, | am preoccupied with my duties and cannot sit. Please take a seat yourselves. Would you like to sample this

drink? | can prepare a cup for each of you.

Millie’s spirits slightly lifted by the prospect of sharing her creation with others.

After all, who wouldn’t find delight in having their craft appreciated?

Defying Bruce's grasp, Millie clung to the tray protectively, fearful of losing its contents again.

Her action caught everyone off guard, yet they found her resolute in preserving her offering. After exchanging glances, they had

little choice but to give up and take their seats.

Seated now, Millie placed a cup of honey-lemon water before Mylo, her demeanor gentle.

“This concoction is a blend of honey, lemon, and jasmine flowers. | invite you to savor it and let me know your thoughts,” she

said, though her optimism regarding this group of affluent and discerning individuals remained subdued.

Noticing that Millie served only Mylo, the others exchanged puzzled looks. Even Marcus regarded her with surprise. How could

she just give a drink to Mylo?

Was she disregarding their presence entirely?