Chapter 459

“No, this assertion finds no foothold within me.”

“Your tenacity is evident. Should | then apprise your master of your penchant?”

Flustered, Millie’s cheeks flushed crimson, words slipping from her grasp in the face of the proposition.

“Pray, abstain from such utterance. Later, | shall secure the album.”

Her chest bore the weight of unease, her gaze sidelong, an inquiry on her lips.

“How did you come to this place?”

Absent a moment prior, his presence now emerged into the scene. His last arrival was also least expected.

Harlan’s finger extended toward the towering wall adjacent, his declaration ringing forth. “From yonder perch, | ascended. Your

engrossment rendered you oblivious, lost in the tableau of your master’s musings.”

Stunned, Millie stood agape, incredulity painting her features. The notion of scaling such lofty heights seemed a tale spun from

the realm of fantasy.

Millie’s eyes widened in amazement upon spotting the dust particles clinging to Harlan’s attire’s hem.

She blinked, her voice a mix of awe and jest. “Your prowess is astonishing; it's as though you can defy gravity and traverse walls

with the grace of a bird in flight.”

“Does this wall dare challenge my ascent? Even a seven-story monolith cannot deter me, for my hands are the only tools |

require.”

Millie, taken aback by his assertion, could hardly believe her ears.

“Harlan, what occupation might you have pursued? Your capabilities are truly remarkable. Were you perhaps a member of a

special forces unit?”

Her contemplation ventured, assuming a history of military service and a position of preeminence.

“The allure of my profession piques your curiosity? Ah, but it’s been ages since my heart felt the thrum of romantic entanglement.

Consider this proposal: assume the role of my paramour, and in retum, | shall regale you with tales of my vocation.”

Bending down, Martin leaned in closer to Millie, who was perched on the swing.

Approaching her was a handsome visage with a warm complexion. Startled, Millie instinctively edged backward, a flutter of

unease coursing through her. Was Harlan, by any chance, proposing a romantic liaison?

Millie, however, offered an immediate rebuttal, a rejection bolstered by practicality.

“No, our paths are incongruent.” ©

Confounded by Millie’s swift dismissal, Harlan’s perplexity was evident. His charisma rarely encountered rejection; what

peculiarity colored this day?

The unexpected rejection from a maid caught Harlan off guard.