Chapter 318

After mulling it over, she lifted her gaze and announced, “I'll give you the benefit of the doubt for now. But let me be clear: it’s not

jealousy. Don’t misunderstand. | just disapprove of such behavior.”

Millie felt a wave of frustration, almost compelling her to slap herself. Why did she present herself as if she were eaten up by

jealousy? She wasn't in love with him, so why should she feel jealous?

“Truly? If you're feeling jealous, just admit it. | won’t tease you,” Marcus probed.

“No, I’m not. Why would | be? Furthermore, if you choose to have a mistress, that’s your business. I’m an open-minded

individual. | can find myself a toy boy. | won’t let myself be disadvantaged.” Millie defensively shrugged, almost as if she were

convincing herself.

In reality, she prided herself on her fidelity. If she loved someone, she wouldn't tolerate any form of infidelity.

How could she condone his having a mistress? Absolutely not!

And the idea of maintaining a toy boy seemed alien to her, filling her with unease.

Suddenly, Marcus drew close and asked, “Really? You’d get yourself a toy boy?”

“Yes, if you plan on playing around, | might just acquire a few toy boys and make a fool out of you daily,” Millie retorted, anger

flashing in her eyes.

Marcus found her ire amusing. He sat back comfortably, ready to play along.

“Keeping a toy boy can be costly. Do you think you have enough resources for that?”

Upon hearing this, Millie lifted her chin defiantly.

“Don’t underestimate me. I’m a jewelry designer. I’ll amass wealth in due time. And if | get too affluent, | might just part ways with

you.”

Millie was indeed gifted in her craft, but she downplayed her achievements and fame to avoid being ostentatious.

“You seem very self-assured. How much do you think you can make?” Marcus inquired, intrigued.

Arching her brows, Millie asserted, “I will surely be the most renowned jewelry designer in the world someday.”

“such confidence?” Marcus pressed.

“Yes, indeed. A wise fortune teller once told me I'd be the richest woman in the world. Since I'm a jewelry designer, it stands to

reason that | need to be the most famous one to achieve that wealth.”

As Millie concluded, she noticed Marcus stifling his laughter.

“What's so funny?” she queried.

“| think you missed a key detail. The fortune teller must have meant that your man would be the world’s wealthiest.”

Millie was perplexed. “What do you mean?”