Chapter 141


    Chapter: 141


    Millie’s physical strength waned, unable to sustain the burden of Marcus any longer, while their pursuers remained only aer


    away from catching up.


    “Disregard me, and make your escape swiftly,” Marcus anxiously urged.


    His uncle, Brock Thomas, possessed a cunning and treacherous nature, someone who wouldn''t hesitate to inflict harm upon


    even his own nephew. If Millie were captured, she could potentially be a pawn, threatening Marcus and subjecting her to


    unspeakable torture.


    And now, there was only one thought dominating Marcus’ mind—never would he allow anyone to bring harm upon Millie.


    Millie swiftly surveyed their surroundings and guided Marcus to conceal themselves in the stairwell.


    “| explicitly told you to leave; did my words not reach your ears?” Marcus, leaning against the wall, growled with bloodshot eyes.


    In this very moment, even this forceful exmation was mustered with thest vestiges of strength within his weary body, for he


    was tightly ensnared by the clutches of the medication’s effects.


    After being scolded by Marcus, Millie red at him with intensity. Yet she was not naive and recognized that he feared for her


    safety, deliberately urging her to depart.


    The sound of approaching footsteps weighed heavily on the hearts of the two, causing Millie to freeze in ce.


    Suddenly, Marcus chuckled and spoke in a husky voice. “Millie, could it be that you''ve fallen in love with me? Your reluctance to


    part ways—do you wish to stay by my side and endure the blows intended for me?”


    Flirtation filled Marcus’ eyes.


    Disregarding Marcus’ teasing words, Millie swiftly took off his suit jacket and draped it upon herself, not uttering a word. Then,


    with nimble movements, she kicked off her own shoes and removed Marcus’ leather shoes, slipping her feet into them.


    Millie’s peculiar actions caused Marcus’ pupils to constrict.


    “What are you doing?” he eximed.


    “| will go and divert their attention while you seek a means of rescue,” Millie replied resolutely. She retrieved a baseball cap from


    a nearby trash bin and ced it on her head.


    “No!” Marcus demanded.


    “Millie, how dare you! Cease this instant!”


    Despite his protests, Millie forged ahead. As she dashed out of the stairwell, Marcus attempted to reach out and grab hold of her,


    only to grasp at empty air. He watched her slender figure vanish into the distance, and a knot tightened within his chest.


    Millie chose to sprint towards the right, and at every intersection, she persisted in turning right, intending to buy Marcus


    additional time to escape.


    Suddenly, a figure brandishing a machete emerged from around the corner. Catching sight of Millie, who was attired in Marcus’


    garments, he bellowed, “He went to the right!”ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    The leader of the pursuing group drove his machete into the wall and eximed, “Damn it! He consumed the medicine and yet


    continues to run. He’s remarkable!


    Chase after him!”