Chapter 724

Resentment festered within Rhea due to Celeste’s preference for Shera.

A peculiar smile crept onto Rhea’s lips as thoughts of Shera occupied her mind. She wondered if

Shera, in the other realm, harbored resentment towards her.

“Goodnight then,” Rhea said as she bid her farewell, her departure marked by an enigmatic smile.

The following dawn saw Millie, still in a half-awakened state, shift slightly. A hand enveloped her waist

with a firm embrace. As her eyes gently fluttered open, the flawless countenance of Marcus greeted

her gaze.

A faint twinge of discomfort on her lips triggered Millie’s recollection of the prior night’s events.

In an effort to shield herself, Millie brought her hands to her face as the memory of a near loss of

innocence painted itself across her mind. His presence had been imposing, almost as if he intended to

merge her into his very bones.

However, Providence favored an alternative course; his touch ventured southward, coinciding with the

sudden warmth that emanated from her lower body—a harbinger of her impending cycle.

Still slumbering, Marcus held Millie in an embrace, his arms sturdy and protective.

As Millie contemplated further repose, a persistent ringing disrupted the tranquility.

Struggling against her drowsiness, Millie turned and reached for her phone—a call from D.S. Jewelry. A

collaboration she had embarked upon to contribute her artistic vision to their jewelry designs.

Millie answered the call.

“Miss Brown, regrettably, our collaboration must come to an end.”

Stunned, Millie’s thoughts swirled. She had anticipated discussions about the next season’s jewelry

creations, given the admiration her work had gamered previously.

The abrupt termination was a surprise.

For her, crafting jewelry anew each season for D.S. had constituted a primary income source.

“Is it due to poor sales of my previous designs?”

Traditionally, if a company suffered financial losses stemming from a creative endeavor, the

discontinuation of collaboration was not uncommon.

“The decision has been made by our management. We apologize, Miss Brown. We hope you find a

more fitting partnership. Farewell.”

With politeness masking finality, the call concluded.

Left in a daze, Millie was soon interrupted by another call.

This time, it was a butler—a connection rooted in past artistic endeavors.

Dissatisfaction found its voice, advising her to forego her ongoing design work.