Chapter 872

“Make way! A Rolls-Royce is entering the village!”

ALL eyes turned, beholding a black Rolls-Royce that approached, gradually slowing its pace.

“I recognize that car. I’ve spotted it online. It’s worth over 10 million,” someone chimed in.

“Step aside, lest the car get scratched. We couldn’t foot the bill for damages.”*

“Is the car genuinely that valuable?”

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“Without a doubt. Just ask your son if you’re skeptical.” The inquirer cast a glance at his son, who

stared at the splendid vehicle, practically drooling.

Millie blinked, stunned to see Marcus here!

“Whose car is that? Incredible! Its owner must possess a great fortune.”

“Between the driver of this car and Roland’s family, who’s wealthier?”

“This car’s value hovers around 10 million dollars. Roland’s family can’t even buy a window on it.”

Upon hearing this analogy, Hans’ expression soured, and he retorted, “So what if he’s wealthier? He’s

merely a passerby, None of us share any connection with the car’s owner.”

With her arms crossed, Laurel watched the spectacle unfold, but her posture shifted as Millie’s

husband made his entrance. The game was up.

“Why has he stopped? Is he searching for someone?”

“I’ve not heard any rumors of someone from our town having such a wealthy relative,

The expensive car’s headlights blinked twice, and its door swung open. The initial point of contact was

a pair of regal black leather shoes, followed by the emergence of Marcus, who strode purposefully

toward Millie.

“My husband, what brings you here?”

Millie raised her head, her inquiry tinged with disbelief. Marcus had never hinted at his impending

arrival. She struggled to grasp that he was genuinely present.

Yet his arrival couldn’t have been more opportune. His appearance debunked the absurdities Hans had

peddled earlier.

“Did you catch that? Millie just addressed him as her husband.”

“Yes, I heard that too. Did you notice? He took the bag from Millie’s hand. I caught a glimpse of the

watch on his wrist-it’s a Vacheron Constantin, a timepiece worth more than a villa. Incredible; he’s

undeniably wealthy.”

Marcus’ aura commanded attention, and his gaze was razor-sharp. As he scanned the surroundings,

individuals instinctively stepped back.

“Our town’s supposed ‘richest man’ claimed Millie’s spouse was a pauper. Yet now, it’s evident we

couldn’t even afford a shred of fabric from his attire with our monthly earnings. So, who was fibbing?”

“It’s glaringly apparent. To preserve his son’s dignity, Hans concocted a falsehood to demean Millie,

Everyone’s aware that Hans revels in pretense, believing himself wealthier than the rest of us. He

seeks admiration. Nillie’s lack of affection for his son wounds his pride, so he aimed to tarnish her

reputation. Yet he’s inadvertently sullied himself.”

The crowd’s disposition shifted abruptly, and Hans felt the weight of his own humiliation,