Chapter 910

“I’UL refrain from reading further and concentrate solely on my meal,”

Millie assured.

Once Millie complied, Marcus picked his utensils, serving her a piece of abalone. She obligingly took a

bite. After the meal, she noticed a noticeable improvement in Marcus’ complexion.

During the car ride, Millie upheld her diligent demeanor, engaging herself earnestly in her studies.

At a red traffic signal, Marcus brought the car to a halt.

“Cease your gaze. The brilliance of the lights is taxing on the eyes,”

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Marcus advised.

Millie remained engrossed in her memorization task, not heeding Marcus’ words.

Marcus reiterated, “Millie, the luminance of the lights is straining for the eyes.”

He discovered that Millie exhibited workaholic tendencies while engaged in her tasks. A pang of regret

gnawed at him for having assigned her to the company.

Millie was deeply focused on her memorization, a state that Marcus interrupted once more. She

emitted an exasperated huff and voiced,

“You are the one who designed this extensive content in the book. A more prudent allocation of

material would have obviated the need for me to study while in the car.”

ALL she desired was to conclude her memorization endeavor within the car’s confines, enabling her to

return home and collapse into bed without delay.

A sense of injustice washed over Marcus; in truth, he hadn’t directly formulated these regulations but

had merely reviewed and sanctioned them in their final form.

“I’LL imminently complete my memorization task,” Millie affirmed.

Having pledged, Millie comprehended the necessity of mastering the content that day, enabling her to

face the upcoming challenges with assurance.

Millie held Rosie in high regard as a senior colleague, fostering a genuine respect. However, this

inadvertently caused Rosie to believe she was susceptible to mistreatment.

She was the CEO’s wife, and the audacity to subject her to such bullying was astonishing. One couldn’t

even speculate about the tactics they might employ against those they held in disfavor.

By the afternoon, Millie had gleaned from the discussions of her peers that Rosie held connections with

Nancy and maintained a positive rapport with Emerie as well.

Arriving ten minutes after eight the following morning, Millie made her way into her office. Once the

workday had started, Rosie walked up to Millie’s desk and gave it a soft tap.

Rosie experienced a surge of elation, relishing the opportunity to exhibit her authority before Millie.

Despite Millie’s status as the CEO’s spouse, she hesitated to voice a single word in her presence.

“Millie, have you concluded the task that Emerie assigned to you yesterday?”

Rosie’s lips were adorned in a shade of crimson, embodying the commanding aura of a resolute female

figure within the professional realm.

“Yes,” Millie responded.