Chapter 967

“Come now, drink up,” he urged, feigning sincerity.

“I promise, I’ll let you go once you’ve had a sip.”

Millie sensed that something was amiss with the wine. Drinking it would surely render her unconscious.

With fists clenched, her mind raced, searching for an escape route.

Not far from her, Rhea and Nancy stood aside, their faces lit with smug smiles as they clinked glasses.

“To our successful collaboration.”

“Will you truly let me go if I drink this?” Millie asked, her hand slipping into her bag to search for her

phone, intending to call the police.

The man in flamboyant clothing assured her, “Of course. Hurry, drink up.”

“Why is the wine pink?”

As Millie fumbled in her bag, trying to dial from memory, she was interrupted.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

“She’s trying to call the police. Take her bag!”

Rhea charged forward, recognizing Millie’s intent.

Millie’s bag was swiftly snatched from her.

The sudden approach of Rhea and Nancy helped Millie put the pieces together.

“You hired them to hassle me, didn’t you?” she accused.

They both despised her.

Her words momentarily pricked Rhea’s conscience, but recalling her recent grievances, her fear turned

to exhilaration.

“Teach her a lesson, men. I want her life to be a nightmare.”

The flower-clad man’s excitement grew at the order.

“Grab her, and I’ll force her to drink.”

As his men neared, Millie knew she couldn’t allow herself to be captured.

Picking up a nearby chair, she threatened, “Stay back, or it’s your head I’ll hit.”

“What are you afraid of? Seize her!” Rhea commanded, reveling in the fear in Millie’s eyes.