Chapter 358

Chapter: 358

Millie set the magazine down with furrowed brows.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Miss Rhea hasn't been coming here lately. She used to drop by every morning and act like this was her house,” Gemma replied.

Only then did Millie realize that the maid was right.

No wonder she was having an easier time with her morning duties recently. It was because Rhea was not there to boss her

around anymore.

“| wonder why she stopped coming here,” Gemma remarked.

Millie got up from the sofa and ruffled Gemma’s hair. “Why? Do you want her to come back and make fun of me? How heartless

of you.”

Gemma shook her head vehemently. “Of course not! She’s annoying, so also don’t like it when she’s around. | just find it

unusual, and didn’t they say that everything happens for a reason?”

Millie turned her head to look out the window. Gemma was right.

“| heard it's snowing at the Snow Mountain Villa right now,” Gemma stated, suddenly changing the subject.

“It's snowing there? How can snow fall on such a sunny day?”

After hearing about the snow, Millie became curious and perhaps a little enthusiastic. She had never seen heavy snowfall before.

Preagend rarely experienced snowfall, and when it did, it never amounted to more than a dusting and quickly melted away.

“The sky is clear here, but that’s not the case in the Snow Mountain Villa. | heard on the news that they're experiencing heavy

snowfall there.”

The Snow Mountain Villa was a popular tourist destination located at the peak of the tallest mountain in Preagend. When it was

snowing there, one could see snowflakes floating in the air in a way that was utterly mesmerizing and captivating.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Barton’s flight was delayed due to terrible weather, and she would not be able to make it to the Snow Mountain

Villa until tomorrow.

Mylo held his new lover close as he sat across from Marcus in the Snow Hotel's recreation room. He questioned curiously, “Why

didn’t you bring your wife with you?”

“lm here for work, not for fun,” Marcus answered with creased brows as he leaned back on the leather sofa.

Mylo and his girlfriend persisted in their public display of affection, but Marcus remained expressionless. His friend’s playboy

ways of having a new girlfriend every month were nothing new to him.

Depending on his mood, he could be making out with a docile virgin one day and a feisty free spirit the next, and it would not

surprise Marcus at all.

“Millie could enjoy the snow while you got some work done. It’s not that hard. Also, didn’t Mrs. Barton ask you to create a

necklace for her? Nancy is sick, so why not let Millie handle it? Have you forgotten how much your grandmother loves the

magnolia-shaped brooch that Millie designed for her birthday?” Mylo reminded.

Marcus crossed his legs and cocked an eyebrow at him. “Do you think she can handle Mrs. Barton? That woman is a

perfectionist.”

He was not belittling Millie. It was just that Mrs. Barton was extremely difficult to please.

Mylo chuckled mischievously and chirped, “If she can handle you, she can handle anything. She puts up with you every day, and

you're more difficult to deal with than Mrs. Borton.”