Chapter 7

Chapter: 7

She hurriedly ducked her head, put her mask on, and grabbed the servant’s hand.

Millie quickly cut her off mid-sentence, saying, “It’s nothing. She just got scared when | took my mask off.”

“No, | wasn’t scared. It’s...” The servant tried to continue explaining, but she paused when Millie anxiously squeezed her hand.

The servant gave Millie a questioning look, wondering why she was preventing her from telling Marcus the truth.

Millie rubbed the servant's back in a comforting manner. “It’s okay. I’m sorry for scaring you. Don’t worry. | won’t take my mask off

again when you're around.”

The servant gaped at her. She could not fathom why Millie would say such a ridiculous lie.

With furrowed brows, Marcus regarded the unusual scene before him thoughtfully.

“It's good that you have some self-awareness. You'd better hide that face of yours properly. Don’t you dare embarrass me by

showing it to anyone.”

Marcus did not show it on his face, but he felt a shiver run down his spine. Millie’s face had scared the servant so much that she

actually screamed. It must have been a horrifying sight.

Asigh of relief escaped Millie’s lips, thankful that Marcus had bought her story. The man left the room and retreated to the first

floor. He did not want to stay in the bedroom any longer after witnessing the servant’s reaction to Millie’s face.

“You don’t have any scars on your face at all. Why would you...”

Millie examined the servant from head to toe. Based on her innocent-looking face, the young woman looked to be in her early

twenties. She did not look like a troublemaker, either.

“What's your name?” Millie asked.

“lm Gemma,” the servant replied.

“Alright, Gemma. Listen, you mustn't tell anyone about what you saw. There’s a reason why I’m hiding my face, so please don’t

let anyone know about this. Keep this a secret for me, and I'll treat you more nicely.”

“Oh. Uh, okay, | guess...” Gemma Wright replied, squirming the words out of her mouth with difficulty.

After Gemma left with the dishes, Millie checked her phone and saw a message from Grace Bector, her best friend.

“are you still alive, Millie? The Thomas family hasn’t torn you apart, have they?”

Millie immediately typed a response. “Hoping for something bad to happen to me already, you wicked girl? Why can’t you just

wish me well? By the way, how are D.S’s new jewelry sales coming along?”

Grace instantly responded, “Please, I’m just expressing my concern for you. Anyway, the new jewelry is selling like crazy. Millie,

you're amazing. Your jewelry designs always end up being bestsellers. You really are a genius designer.”

With a radiant smile on her face, Millie twisted the tiny ruby ring on her middle finger.

“Well, now you know how great | am. Treat me better in the future, and you'll reap the rewards.”