Chapter 403

Chapter: 403

Sewell looked at her with wide eyes before shaking his head.

“I don’t think | should do that. She’s Mr. Thomas’ wife.”

Marcus would certainly end him if he even touched a hair on Millie’s head.

Upon noticing Sewell's hesitation, Nancy said, “I'll pay you. Do it if you want money. Besides, I’m not asking you to literally take

her dress off. Spill some wine on her, then rip off her dress while pretending to clean the stain off it. Do you understand?”

Sewell thought for a while before grinning. “You're so smart. | do need money.

Alright. I'll do it.”

He made a gesture of willingness by raising one hand.

“Good, but if something goes wrong, you'd better not tell anyone about my involvement in this.”

“Of course. | already know that.”

Millie, who had just ended her conversation with Mylo and was unaware of the plot against her, walked to the buffet table and

helped herself to a strawberry dessert.

When Sewell approached, he cast a cursory glance in her direction.

Noticing his gaze, Millie looked over to Sewell, who lowered his eyes to his food. She did not get to see his face clearly, but his

profile seemed familiar to her.

Feeling a little uneasy, she walked away from the buffet table and headed toward the center of the banquet hall.

Sewell raised his head shortly after Millie departed, grabbed a tray with a glass of wine, and went after her.

As she made her way to the center of the banquet hall, Millie discovered people who were talking about Mr. Morgan.

“Didn't you say that the heir apparent of the Morgan family would return to the country to attend the party? Why hasn’t he arrived

yet?”

“He'll show up later. You know how young people are nowadays. They don’t fear anything. I’ve heard that Mr. Morgan is very

young but already quite wealthy thanks to his successful overseas investments. His father must be living comfortably now.”

Millie wondered who Mr. Morgan was. She felt like everyone knew him except her.

She was snapped out of her reverie when someone bumped into her and some red wine spilled onto the area of her dress that

was covering her chest.

“Ah!” The sudden sensation of cold on her chest caused Millie to gasp.

“Sorry! Let me clean that up for you!”

Sewell, the person who bumped into her, pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket, pretending to clean the wine stain off her.