Chapter 319

“Consider this. Even the current most famous designer doesn’t feature in the world’s top 1000 richest people, right? The world’s

richest woman isn’t a jewelry designer. Do you honestly believe you can amass such wealth solely through jewelry design? It’s

far-fetched.”

Marcus grinned knowingly. The fortune teller was right, but Millie had misconstrued it, thinking her wealth would solely result from

her craft.

Millie grappled with a half-understanding. It was true that even if she reached global fame with her designs, it wouldn’t make her

the wealthiest woman. Marcus seemed to suggest that her future wealth would be tied to a man.

Judging by his self-assured grin, did he believe he was that man?

What? Millie felt her spirits dampen.

Marcus tenderly stroked the back of her head, offering reassurance. “Don’t fret. The fortune teller was correct. You are indeed

destined to be the world’s richest woman.”

Millie blushed in embarrassment and brushed it away.

“Forget it. Let’s not talk about it. It’s stupid anyway,” she said with a shrug.

She herself hadn't taken the fortune teller’s words to heart.

It happened on a hot summer day when she and her grandmother were still in town. A fortune teller showed up at their doorstep,

dressed in a grey coat and asked for water. She invited him in and gave him a bowl of water.

After he gulped it all down, he was about to leave, but suddenly turned around at the door. He pointed at Millie with a smile and

said to her grandmother, “The young girl has an extraordinary future ahead of her. She will achieve a lot and will be the richest

woman in the world.”

He left just as soon, without letting any of them put in a word. However, Millie took it as a joke and didn’t even dwell on it fora

second.

How could she after the hard life she had lived till then? Since childhood, she had been struggling to make it through every stage

of life. She knew that nothing in this life was free, and the only way she could have something for herself, was to work extremely

hard for it.

Scared that the fortune teller’s words had gotten to her granddaughter, Millie’s grandmother held her hand tightly and made her

understand that she wouldn’t get anything in life without working for it.

“Millie, don’t listen to that man. No matter what, what we work for ourselves is always more gratifying than any other thing.”

So, when Marcus looked down on her and said she didn’t have any money, she was stupid enough to bring up the fortune teller’s

words.

Worse, she made it sound like it was very trustworthy and was soon going to materialize. She had run out of arguments and just

didn’t want Marcus to win on this.

Now, she felt ashamed and wanted to bury herself. Marcus had gotten her so angry that she ran to the fortune teller’s words for

help; words that she herself disdained and found ridiculous.

With a single hand in his pocket, Marcus looked at Millie who hadn’t moved an inch.

“Come on, let’s go back,” he said.

Millie nodded and walked ahead of him towards the door.

Marcus stayed put for a moment, staring at the wrinkled bed sheets with an inexplicable expression.