Chapter 363

Chapter: 363

Frowning deeply, Marcus turned to see Millie’s flushed face.

With a deep, theatrical frown, Marcus turned to gaze upon Millie's rosy and intoxicated face. The overpowering scent of the fine,

exquisite Lafite wine lingered around her. Could it be that she had indulged in the wine gifted by his partner? This delicate

creature, who couldn’t even handle a single drop, had imbibed!

The two alien strangers at the table, whose origins traced back to distant provinces, were utterly flabbergasted and consumed

with curiosity. This mysterious and audacious woman stormed in and practically hurled herself at Marcus.

Was it not common knowledge that Mr. Thomas harbored no interest in women whatsoever?

“You drank!” Marcus intoned, his voice low and ominous.

“Just a tiny bit. It's of no consequence,” Millie countered, her head held high and her eyes a misty blur.

Mylo cleared his throat with a cough that resonated throughout the room, announcing, “Let me introduce. This is Mrs. Thomas,

Marcus’ wife. Cease your bewildered gawking! Let’s proceed with our game.”

“It's Mrs. Thomas.”

Millie’s voice rang out like a clarion call.

“| want to play cards!”

With Marcus’ sturdy support, Millie took her place at his side. She snatched the card from his hand with brazen impertinence,

claiming it as her own, and cast the smallest one into the midst of the table.

“It's your tum,” she declared, her voice dripping with confidence.

Everyone was struck dumb, frozen in astonishment. It was not yet Millie’s turn to act.

“Then | will cast aside humility. My cards, it seems, outclass yours entirely.” With a cunning, sly grin, Mylo made his play.

As the game wore on, Millie’s performance declined. Though she had the means to play, her muddled mind led her to believe

otherwise.

She lost time and time again.

“| will take the winnings myself. | fear you won’t manage to count it,” Moly teased, his face alight with rare victory. He almost

never triumphed over Marcus at cards.

Today, his windfall was astronomical, all thanks to Millie’s lack of skill.

“Take it!” Millie commanded, her voice thundering. “Take what you must. | have a pounding headache and no patience for

counting money. Handle it yourselves.”

Marcus’ frown deepened into a canyon. She, who was normally so frugal, was now throwing money away as if it were nothing.

She had lost nearly two thousand dollars in a single round, yet she remained utterly unfazed.

Mylo gleefully took his share, while the others tremulously collected theirs, palms sweaty with nervous anticipation.

The subsequent round commenced once more. While Millie was organizing her cards, she abruptly rose and settled on the

sturdy thighs of Marcus. Marcus occupied the middle position, a favorable spot for her engagement in card games.