Chapter 580

With delicate steps, Rhea pushed the door ajar, greeting, “Marcus.”

As she stepped inside, a shiver coursed through Rhea. Despite the air conditioner being off, a chill

permeated the room.

Today, Marcus wore a black shirt and trousers, an ensemble that accentuated his inherent coolness.

Aware of Marcus’ probable ire toward Millie, Rhea’s heart quickened. Evidently,

Millie held a place of significance in Marcus’ heart. However, Rhea staged a compelling performance to

shatter that perception.

With a measured turn, Marcus faced Rhea’s presence. She, who had once drugged him, now dared to

approach him.

“Marcus, this is my confession—ten thousand words expressing my regret. I acknowledge my

wrongdoing. My feelings for you were improper; you have always been a respected senior to me. I’m

committed to being better from now on. I implore your forgiveness.”

Observing Marcus’ impassivity, Rhea clenched her fists and persisted.

“I truly apologize. I erred. These days, introspection has consumed me. | intend to foster a healthy

relationship with any young man your mother introduced to me.

My unseemly desires will be no more. Please grant me an opportunity to amend my ways.”

Accepting the envelope, Marcus perused its contents. The words resounded with sincerity.

Undeterred, Rhea continued, “May I have another chance? The consequences of my foolishness have

led to my father’s daily reprimands. I’m teetering on the edge of despondency. I pledge to not repeat

my mistakes.”

Folding the letter, Marcus glanced at the perturbed Rhea.

“Refrain from such actions again. However, should it recur, the consequences will extend beyond your

father’s dismissal. Both of you will face termination.”

Despite his stern tone, Marcus’ willingness to extend a lifeline was apparent.

“You can trust that it won’t recur. Can you also assist in restoring my father’s position? He has served

your family diligently and faithfully. My actions embroiled him in this predicament. I implore you to grant

him a chance.”

Bolton’s recent tirades had taken their toll on Rhea. She was aware of her father’s precarious position

as the target of many ambitions. Her father feared losing his standing.

A subtle nod from Marcus conveyed his acquiescence.

“Thank you. You’re truly a remarkable man.” Rhea’s lips curled in a flattering smile.

Gazing at Rhea’s smile, Marcus drifted momentarily. Millie’s countenance, forever marked by

innocence and radiance, had never suggested such treacherous intent.

“Leave now. I have matters to attend to.” He dismissed her dispassionately.

“Understood.” Rhea departed, reluctant. Had Marcus not noticed her recent enhancement—a breast

augmentation?