Chapter 221


    Millie unlocked her phone to find a message from Grace.


    “Are you ustomed to it, Millie? The supervisor is in a tricky phase, but just go along with her,” it read.


    Millie responded with her head lowered.


    “Tran into Marcus. He’s dining here.”


    “Did he recognize you?”Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org.


    “Yes.” Millie typed, apanying her text with a shrug emoji.


    “That can’t be good. He must be seething. You, the wife of his, with billions in assets, are working as a server here. He’s bound


    to be upset. It’s all my doing. | was selfish and just wanted some fun.”


    “Stop exaggerating. The family fortune has no bearing on me. He’s been on bad terms with me for some time, so don’t sweat it.


    Just enjoy yourself. | need to get back to work now.”


    Emerging from the restroom, Millie was intercepted by the supervisor.


    “Help me deliver these dishes,” shemanded.


    Led by the supervisor, Millie approached arge private dining room, her eyes wide in disbelief at therge food cart. Who could


    possibly have ordered such an borate meal?


    “Listen up,” the supervisor advised. “Once inside, we serve quickly and bnce the dishes well. Avoid spilling anything on the


    guests. Their outfits are worth our annual sry.”


    Millie gave an obedient nod.


    Upon opening the door, she was taken aback. Marcus was there!


    Gulping down her surprise, she met the stern gaze of the supervisor, quickly lowering her eyes and proceeding to serve from the


    cart.


    Millie found herself serving next to a Leon, who watched her casually.


    Feeling awkward, she couldn’t pinpoint what he was observing and had an uneasy hunch. She hurriedly ced the dishes on the


    table, eager to exit the room.


    The atmosphere was decidedly tense. The seriousness in the room was palpable, and she was oblivious to the subject of their


    discussion.


    Marcus didn’t spare her a nce, but she considered this a relief.


    Across from Marcus, a man with an intimidating neck tattoo made Millie anxious.


    The tattooed man gestured to his associate, who slid a document across the ss table to Marcus.


    “Mr. Thomas, please review this jewelry procurement contract. We had already brokered a deal with Brock. But given he is


    abroad for study, and as you oversee his previous ventures, | must finalize the contract with you,” he stated.