Chapter 327

Thinking about the contents sobered her up. Swiftly, she returned to collect the bag containing her bras, intending to leave

immediately afterward. She didn’t want to handle his belongings, especially such intimate items.

Marcus frowned, instructing, “Take the other one too.”

Without turning around, Millie retorted, “Take it yourself. You have hands.”

He was simply trying to embarrass her. Having her buy it and then carry it was overstepping.

“My hand is sore,” he protested.

What?

Millie stopped in her tracks and turned around. She watched as Marcus rolled up his sleeve, revealing a swelling bruise, an

unfortunate consequence of the earlier fight.

Seeing the injury, she realized he was hurt! Why hadn't she noticed earlier? Guilt and worry filled Millie. If he hadn’t fought so

fiercely, she could have ended up badly hurt.

Without any further argument, Millie ran back to collect the other bag.

As Millie hastily retreated, Marcus couldn't help but reminisce about her flushed expression, finding it endearing. He thought to

himself that she could indeed be quite entertaining when she wasn’t causing trouble.

He couldn't recall meeting someone as intriguing as her in all his years.

Back in her room, Millie unpacked the items. Meanwhile, Marcus, who was busy unbuttoning his shirt, frowned. His evening had

not gone according to plan, all thanks to Rhea’s intrusive intervention. He'd failed to meet someone he’d been supposed to.

Harlan, the top assassin from Raven, the gangsters’ organization, had arrived in Preagend, signaling upcoming turmoil.

As dawn broke over the Evans family, Rhea found herself so furious she couldn't sleep all night. With her father now suspended,

it threatened her family’s progress.

Suddenly, she turned towards Analia and blurted out, “Tell me, am | not better than Millie?”

Caught off guard, Analia didn’t know how to respond.

After sizing up Rhea’s unattractive form, she finally said, against her better judgment, “Rhea, you outshine Millie in every aspect.

She can’t even compare to ‘one of your fingers.”

“| thought so too,” Rhea admitted. “But Marcus doesn’t feel the same. I’ve known. him longer than Millie, yet he only seems to

despise me more with time. No, | need to find a way to outdo Millie. Otherwise, | can’t contain this anger. | want to tear that bitch

apart,” she confessed, her grip on the sofa’s armrest tightening.

The frustration was eating her up. However, she sighed and admitted reluctantly, “But now I’ve been warned by my father to stay

away from Marcus and not to cause trouble, or Marcus won’t let me off. But hiding is so dull.”

She didn’t dare defy her father. Deep down, Rhea knew the situation wasn’t ideal, and any rash actions could backfire.

Analia hesitated before suggesting, “Why don’t you use this time to better yourself and astonish everyone once you can make a

reappearance?”

Rhea was puzzled. Improve herself? How could she enhance herself enough to rival Millie?