Once Marcus’ mind was set, Celeste realized she couldn’t sway him.


    Meanwhile, Millie returned to thepany and settled into her seat. Soon, a murmur reached her ears.


    “Isn’t it against the rules to leave during work hours? Even if one does, they’re expected to inform the


    team leader.”


    Millie directed her gaze toward the individual conversing with Emerie.


    Emerie’s retort dripped with venom.


    “Indeed, in her eyes, I hold no status as a team leader. She’s free toe and go as she pleases,


    answerable to no one. Endowed with the prestigious title of the president’s wife, she could slumber at


    her desk, and we’d still be powerless.”


    “You’re absolutely right. She likely believes we’re unworthy of sharing office space with her. A client


    berates her, and she still has the audacity to wander. Were I in her shoes, I’d be racing to rectify the


    situation.”


    Millie rubbed her temples, her gaze turning sharp.


    “Leaving the office warrants reporting to the team leader; of course I’m aware. Yet, I’m not officially


    assigned to any team. Who can validate that I belong to group three? Furthermore, everyone is


    cognizant of the reason why the client was angry. The culprit evencks any sense of shame, a


    sentiment I share for her.”


    While Millie acknowledged the impropriety of her abrupt departure, she found it intolerable to endure


    the situation as it was.Owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    Emerie’s frustration red, prompting her to rise abruptly, yet she curbed her impulse to confront Millie


    directly.


    In response, the office upants exchanged knowing nces.


    With a detached expression, Millie grasped the pen, poised to resume her design. Yet a parched throat


    nudged her attention to her now-empty cup. She moved toward the tea room to refill it.


    Once Millie stepped out, Emerie’s countenance darkened, her palm smacking the table’s surface in


    frustration.


    “Your fortune simply smiles upon you for marrying the CEO. Ifpetence truly coursed through your


    veins, why linger in the design department? You’d be better suited as the president’s secretary.”


    Emerie essed her drawer, extracted a sachet, and approached Millie’s workstation, feigning an


    inspection of her designs.


    Seizing her moment, she surreptitiously deposited the sachet into Millie’s drawer.


    The sachet, containing an unusual blend of dried flowers, emanated a scent capable of inducing


    sickness and rashes upon prolonged exposure.


    Millie’s aesthetic allure was undeniable. When rashes surfaced, her appeal would doubtlessly diminish


    in the eyes of men.


    Emerie retreated to her seat, an air of calcted vindictiveness apanying her.


    Following Millie’s return, she plunged into her design revisions. A subtle floral aroma wafted through


    the air, but Millie attributed it to a neighbor’s perfume, dismissing the peculiarity.


    Hours psed, and a sense of dizziness and nausea overcame her. Abruptly, red bumps emerged on


    the back of her hand, a sight that jolted her.


    Setting aside her pen, Millie hastened to the restroom. Gazing at her reflection, she was met with a


    startling realization—-red bumps’ had proliferated across her face and neck.