Chapter 744

There was a long, momentous silence as Fiona weighed Giovanni’s words, uncertain if she could

believe him.

“Why meet tomorrow, though? You know it’s risky for us to be seen together.”

“I’m leaving Preagend soon. I can’t go without seeing you one last time. I need to say goodbye.”

Fiona was quick to dodge the request. “Leon will be with me all day tomorrow. I can’t possibly get

away.”

“If you refuse, I’ll visit you in the hospital tomorrow,” said Giovanni.

“Are you threatening me?” Fiona countered.

Meanwhile, when Marcus returned home, he found Millie asleep on the sofa, her lips parted slightly.

The sound of the door opening stirred her, and she awoke with a start, hand flying to her mouth. Upon

seeing Marcus, relief flooded her face. She hadn’t even realized she had drifted off to sleep, but his

safe return was all that mattered.

Merely seeing her like this warmed Marcus’ heart.

“Why don’t you rest in the bedroom instead?” he asked, his voice gentler than usual.

Before departing earlier, he had instructed her to sleep well, not to stay up late worrying about him.

“[ just couldn’t fall asleep. I thought I’d sit in the living room for a bit,” Millie stammered, trying to justify

herself.

“What were you doing out so late?” she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

“It’s very late.”

Marcus looked at her, his lips thinning before he answered with surprising honesty,

“I went to confront Giovanni. But you don’t have to worry. After tomorrow, Fiona will no longer pose a

threat to you.”

He wanted to explain to Millie the shocking discovery about Fiona’s plastic surgery and Lois’

involvement.

Millie sniffled and remarked, “You know what’s strange? Fiona looks a lot like I did when I was

younger.”

Back when she was younger, her eyes were small, and her face was thin. Now her eyes had grown,

and her face was fuller. She had transformed from an ugly duckling into a swan.

Marcus’ heart stopped. What the…?

A chill ran down his spine, and it coursed through every vein in his body.

“Hey, are you okay?” Millie asked. She waved a hand in front of his face, noticing how his expression

had shifted into something dreadful.