Chapter 614

“The tides turned against her, and Marcus, wise to her mischief, cast her out. She admitted her

transgressions and her artifice woven against you. Not only did she depart, but her son and daughter-

in-law were also expelled from the company’s embrace. Her reckoning was well-deserved.”

Bria’s pursuit of employment had yielded no success, ultimately leading her to the role of a cleaner

within these walls.

Following her conversation’s conclusion with Gemma, Millie’s spirits experienced a notable lift, akin to

sunlight piercing through dark clouds. The universe, she believed, possessed a sense of justice that

would eventually catch up with those who carried malevolent intentions.

The mystery surrounding Marcus’ avowal of misunderstanding on that particular evening began to

unravel. In recent times, Millie had deliberately maintained her distance from him, her indifference to

the matter palpable.

On a day like any other, as Millie strolled beyond the community’s entrance, an elegant woman

descended from the adjacent Maserati, gracefully halting her progress. The woman was Rhea.

“Millie, has this now become your residence? A favorable circumstance, I must say.

Abandon the thought of returning. Your permanent abode should rest within these environs.”

Rhea’s gaze swept across the surroundings, her affluence accustomed to more grandiose

surroundings. To her, this neighborhood resembled nothing more than a gathering of destitution, a stark

contrast to her own lavish villa.

Millie’s eyes narrowed, pondering Rhea’s uncanny presence. It was as though Rhea had been

incessantly monitoring her every move.

“Where I dwell is solely my prerogative. Your involvement is null.”

A derisive snort escaped Rhea’s lips. “Hmph, let me enlighten you. Your mother-in-law harbors an

aversion towards you, wishing for your absence. Thus, returning is not an option. Exercise sagacity;

sever the ties with Marcus. With your grandmother’s recuperation, an opportune moment presents itself

for your departure from Preagend.”

Rhea, having conspired with Bria in prior instances, displayed no hint of remorse.

Millie was compelled to recognize Rhea’s absence of moral qualms.

Millie’s arms crossed resolutely. “It is accurate that Celeste holds no affection for me, though it appears

her sentiments toward you are equally tepid. In my estimation, you might be, at most, a favored

adoptee.”

Rhea affected a petulant pout. “Undoubtedly, her fondness for me outweighs all else. Who do you

fancy yourself as?”

“Kindly step aside. This is hardly an opulent locale. Spare yourself from the scent of adversity.” Millie

deftly extricated herself from Rhea’s touch.

Within the edifice of the Thomas Group, Marcus wore a perplexed expression. His signature graced the

document before him, an agreement that Derek received with reverence.

A pen clenched within Marcus’ hand met the table with a resonant thud. These past days had been

deprived of peaceful repose, not due to an excess of engagements but rather the gnawing awareness

of Millie’s gradual and inexorable drift away from him.

Did lingering resentment taint her feelings about the divorce agreement?

“Didn’t you advise giving her space and not pressuring her excessively?”

Derek found himself entangled in a predicament. Without a romantic relationship of his own, he

marveled at how Mr. Thomas genuinely regarded his counsel. Marcus was undeniably desperate.

Only a few days ago, Millie covertly secured an apartment elsewhere. Upon learning of this, Marcus

found himself consumed by a tempest of fury, his desire to confront Millie overwhelming. Derek, in

response, urged restraint to allow Millie to maintain her emotional equilibrium.