Chapter 536

“You're rude.” Millie’s lips contorted at the edges, a mere flicker of emotion playing across them.

“You can freely utter those phrases, yet | am forbidden? How can you hold me accountable?” Millie’s sense of injustice resonated

deeply.

Caught off guard, Marcus found himself momentarily dumbfounded. He had meticulously curated his speech and actions, but

today, out of nowhere, he uttered words of an obscene nature. An anomaly, indeed.

“Tt was your fault,” Marcus intoned, a weighty timbre accompanying his words. He couldn't relinquish his dignity, so he

constructed a justification.

“Excuses are your eternal companions.”

Millie pursed her lips and surreptitiously slipped away while his attention waned.

Cloaking herself in garments, she descended the stairs.

Entering the living room, Millie assumed her seat. The sight of Marcus’ frenzied countenance deterred her from ascending the

staircase.

Ascoff escaped her, inwardly questioning how the president of the Thomas Group could espouse such discourteous language. A

remarkable incongruity.

In due time, Bria ambled over, an impish demeanor adorning her visage. Their gazes locked briefly.

Bria seized the initiative.

“Ah, did Mr. Thomas escort you out?”

Millie cast a derisive glance Bria’s way, proudly molding her expression.

“Quite the contrary, | ventured out to repose, my allure proving overpowering as he exhibited exuberant ardor.”

Bria’s countenance shifted pallid upon hearing this. Millie’s eloquence left her momentarily flustered until she formulated an

alternate interpretation.

‘ish-posh, | happened upon you, fast asleep on the sofa.”

Millie’s eyes narrowed. She found it inconceivable that Bria had been surreptitiously observing them all along.

“Do you truly grasp why | took my repose upon the sofa? It’s purely a consequence of his exuberance. My resistance falters,

obliging me to seek sanctuary here.”

Bria departed in a huff. Her exit drew an inscrutable smile from Millie. Since Bria had targeted her, she was sure to devise tricks

in the future. Vigilance was imperative, Millie pondered.

Following a brief interval of respite, a cool draft grazed Millie’s nape, prompting her to pivot.

On the upper level, Marcus stood with an enigmatic smile, beckoning her upward with a look pregnant with significance.

Momentarily flummoxed, Millie questioned the reason for his appearance. Yet, remaining ensconced downstairs wasn’t a tenable

option. Gathering her resolve, she began her measured ascent.