Chapter 380

Chapter: 380

Millie was left in a state of bewilderment by Mylo’s words. Did he know her secret?

With a nod of approval, Mrs. Barton expressed her admiration. “You are truly excellent. We shall take our leave now. Goodbye.”

After her departure, Mylo’s enthusiasm knew no bounds.

“Millie, how do you know Mrs. Barton? You've left me in awe. Even Marcus could not charm her as you have.”

Undoubtedly, there must be a compelling reason for a prominent celebrity like Mrs. Barton to approach and extend her greetings

to Millie.

Rather than directly responding to his inquiry, Millie countered with her own question. “Why did you claim that | am a jewelry

designer?”

Her identity was exposed by him. Did Mylo take it upon himself to conduct an investigation?

“[ assumed you might be a bit shy, so | spoke on your behalf,” Mylo explained.

“Bruce mentioned that you work as a jewelry designer. Why didn’t you mention it yourself? Even though you're not currently

working, your design skills are still remarkable.”

In truth, Mylo deliberately responded in that manner because he had a compelling intuition that only Millie could be the

mastermind behind Mrs. Barton’s exquisite necklace design.

It appeared that Mylo was unaware of her true identity.

“Nothing much,” Millie replied. “I simply took some photographs of Mrs. Barton, and it seems she remembered me from that

encounter.” With a casual tone, Millie nonchalantly provided her explanation.

Mylo couldn’t help but marvel at Millie's composure. Despite encountering Mrs. Barton, she remained remarkably composed.

After a while, he felt prepared to proceed with his plan.

“Would you care to give that green drink a try? It goes by the enchanting name of ‘Mist,”” Mylo suggested, extending the

invitation with a hint of intrigue. Mylo pointed towards a glass of emerald-hued drink that a young woman was savoring at the bar

counter.

Millie followed his gaze and concurred, “Indeed, it is quite aesthetically pleasing.”

“It not only delights the eyes but also tantalizes the taste buds. Allow me to fetch you a glass,” Mylo offered generously. “As a

member of the esteemed Thomas family, you ought to be acquainted with it. It's immensely popular. Why haven’t you tried it

before?” he playfully inquired, with a touch of jest in his voice.

Millie found herself momentarily at a loss for words. Mylo’s earlier praise of her as an outstanding jewelry designer contrasted

sharply with his current tone, seemingly condescending about her lack of familiarity with the drink. The conflicting messages left

her feeling somewhat disconcerted.

The world was teeming with unknowns; must she be privy to them all?

Before long, Mylo returned, offering a glass of Mist, and Millie found her eyes locked on the vibrant green liquid it contained.

‘A frown creased her brow. The liquid was so unnaturally green. Could it be poisonous? She couldn’t shake the notion that green

things often held a venomous secret.

“Give it a try. It’s a delightful drink, devoid of alcohol. What are you frightened of?

Would | deceive you?” Mylo’s voice was honeyed with persuasion.