Chapter 635

“It’s not that hot. Let’s stay here and chat a while longer.”

Mylo had developed a fondness for Brenna, and his patience with her remained abundant.

“Millie, don’t worry. I don’t hold a grudge about the scar on Brenna’s forehead caused by you. It’s all in

the past. I’m not holding it against you, and Brenna said the same,” Mylo reassured.

A gleam sparked in Millie’s eyes, sharpening her gaze. Brenna had told Mylo that she was responsible

for the scar on her forehead. Yes, that was true—she had caused it.

However, Brenna must have concealed the true story behind the incident.

If Brenna hadn’t orchestrated a confrontation, humiliated her, and insisted on removing her mask, Millie

wouldn’t have accidentally pushed Brenna against the door amid the chaos.

Casting a glance at Marcus, Millie noted his icy countenance. It seemed he had already been informed.

Millie narrowed her eyes slightly and remarked, “Indeed, I’m starting to feel hot. I’ll head inside.”

Later, Millie observed that Rhea, who usually relished being the center of attention, was conspicuously

absent. Evidently, she had departed early.

Brenna stepped away from Mylo’s side and observed Millie. She noticed Marcus engrossed in

socializing while Millie mostly stood alone during the gathering.

Brenna’s confidence grew. She had heard that Mylo’s relationships typically didn’t last, yet she had

remained with him for a significant duration, with no signs of his patience waning. Perhaps she was a

unique exception.

If she could become the mistress of the Barrett family, a life filled with luxury and indulgence would

await her. With this thought in mind, she cast a disdainful gaze down upon Millie.

Throughout the evening, Marcus’ affections for Millie seemed scarce.

After conversing with someone, Mylo made his way towards the restroom. Millie lightly tapped her

glass, placed it down, and followed suit to the restroom.

As anticipated, Millie was in the restroom, adjusting her attire. Just then, Brenna entered the restroom.

She nonchalantly took out her lipstick, dabbing on makeup while her gaze remained fixed on Millie in

the mirror.

Millie let out a cold smirk and spoke first.

“I suggest you visit a beauty clinic soon to get rid of the scar on your forehead. Mylo is a choosy

playboy, and that scar of yours will surely repel him.”

These words struck a nerve with Brenna. She pressed the lipstick with uneven force, causing it to

break.

If only she could remove that scar, she would have done so long ago. However, the scar ran too deep

to be fully eradicated.

“You’re talking nonsense. He only has eyes for me now, and that won’t change in the future. He even

said that my scar on my forehead doesn’t mar my beauty. On the contrary, he pities me for it,” Brenna

retorted, attempting to defend herself.

“Ah, so he treats you well. But I’m curious: how did you explain the origin of your scar to him? Did you

tell him that I, out of extreme hostility and without provocation, pushed you against the door? Or did you

reveal the truth, that you rallied a group of people to corner and assault me, and in the midst of the

chaos, I accidentally pushed you against the door?”

“I’m not naive. Of course, I wouldn’t reveal the real reason. I told him that you were envious of my

beauty and sought to ruin me; hence, you pushed me into the door, resulting in this scar.”