Chapter 399

Chapter: 399

But she seemed oblivious to her charm, radiating a natural elegance.

At the gala, many failed to recognize Millie, and she had no desire to engage with the crowd. Her attendance was more of a

casual visit.

She meandered through the venue, pausing mainly at lounges or food stations.

Though she made no effort to socialize, her striking appearance drew many admiring glances.

Finding a comfortable seat, Millie pulled at her dress a little before taking a drink and sipping it with grace. Her expressive eyes

were fixed on the large screen, showcasing the event’s purpose.

The gala’s primary focus that night was to gather support for schools in distant, underserved regions.

Nancy’s fingers were like a vice around the delicate glass, as if she could reduce it to fragments. She suspected Millie’s elegant

attire was a deliberate scheme to outshine her at the event.

With an air of contempt, Nancy shadowed Millie with her presence, moving as if to confront her directly.

“Why linger here when your designs call for attention?” Nancy taunted. “You seem eager to bark like a dog. Should we begin

now?”

Millie rose, her poise unbroken.

“Your haste to send me away betrays your fear that I’ll eclipse you. But know this— T'll remain here until the last note of the

evening, claiming what’s mine,” Millie said.

Nancy’s teeth gnashed at the retort. “A schemer, you are indeed.”

Millie’s intelligence unnerved Nancy, for she seemed to read Nancy's thoughts like an open book.

“Amidst this intricate dance of motives, 1 am but a novice compared to your stratagems. Your unwavering proximity to my

husband does not escape my watchful eye. Dare | inquire if your intentions extend beyond mere companionship, and instead,

you harbor designs to supplant me? Sadly, my husband exhibits no inclination towards you,” Millie stated.

Ever since Millie arrived at the banquet, she couldn't help but notice Nancy’s frequent appearances near Marcus, leaving an

unmistakable impression that they were a couple. Nancy's intentions were evident to everyone.

Nancy found herself rendered speechless by Millie’s revelation of her yearning to hold the utmost significance in Marcus’ world.

With a brief interlude of hushed anticipation, Nancy’s voice cut through the air, tinged with a cold tone. “Though you may excel at

sophistry, do not grow complacent. True design demands authentic talent, and in the end, you will face a miserable defeat.”

“Undoubtedly, talent plays a pivotal role. Nevertheless, not everyone indulges in the art of deception, as you seem to do.

Pretending to be ill to showcase your prowess is unnecessary. People might wear false hair, but insincerity never leads to

positive results,” Millie conveyed with a perceptive voice.

With a subtle, unconscious gesture, Nancy’s delicate fingers caressed the flowing, curled wig that adorned her head.

She wished to tear Millie's mouth apart.

With unwavering confidence, Nancy retorted, “Time will reveal the truth.”

In a swift and sudden motion, she pivoted on her heels and departed.