Chapter 223


    Bjorn ran his fingers through his hair, his facial expression fierce. After a fleeting nce in some direction, he took a swig of his


    red wine, pointing at Millie.


    “Over here. Don’t you see my ss is empty? Refill it.”


    Without a usible reason to refuse, Millie picked up a wine bottle and poured it for Bjorn.


    Suddenly, Bjorn altered his demand.


    “Ino longer want wine. Remove it and brew me some coffee.”


    Understanding his intent to trouble her, Millie acknowledged that serving coffee at a banquet setting was peculiar, but in


    hospitality, the customer’s wish was paramount.


    Exiting the room, Millie swiftly returned with coffee beans and started brewing.


    “Mr. Kelly has an unusual preference,” Marcus remarked, lighting a cigarette.


    Bjorn grunted with a sly grin on his face.


    “Mr. Thomas, you must see that I’m a simple man. | don’t particrly enjoy wine.


    Coffee will perk me up.”


    Marcus’ gaze sharpened. He turned to look at Millie, who was quietly brewing coffee. Dressed in a professional outfit that


    entuated her curves, she was an appealing sight. Marcus drummed his fingers, his eyes reflective.


    Millie, focused on making the coffee, looked calm and proficient.


    Derek whispered to Marcus, “Mr. Thomas, Bjorn deserves a lesson. He ordered Mrs. Thomas to brew coffee; he needs to be


    disciplined.”


    “Not yet,” Marcus responded in a hushed tone.


    Resigned, Derek held back his anger and shot Bjorn a look, keeping his peace.


    “Hurry up, I’m parched,” Bjorn snapped at Millie.


    While Millie inwardly cursed Bjorn, she maintained her cool exterior.


    “The coffee is ready,” she announced.


    Millie’s hand extended to fetch the hot cup of coffee, unaware that the brewing water still retained its scalding heat. The resultant


    burn sent an unexpected wave of pain surging through her. h!” Millie''s hand retracted at lightning speed, recoiling from the


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    Bjorn, observing this mishap, wasted no timeunching into a tirade, his words as venomous as a viper’s bite.


    “Youck the acumen of a bamyard sow! Even a basic task like coffee preparation eludes you. Deliver my coffee without further


    dy.”