Chapter 270


    Every now and then, she''d raise her hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She was the picture of dedication in


    every task she undertook.


    Could someone somitted to her work possibly be a bad person?


    “What''s captured your attention? You’ve hardly touched your food all evening.


    You''ve just been staring outside.” Mylo was puzzled. He’d noticed that Marcus had spent most of the evening peering out.


    Outside, there were so many people gathered. There was hardly anything interesting to see.


    “Mylo, didn’t you notice Millie out there? It''s obvious he is watching her,” Bruce chimed in, having already picked up on Marcus’


    unusual behavior. He too nced outside and, sure enough, spotted Millie.


    It was odd to see Millie working as a waitress. However, recalling how he’d seen her doing some pruning work in the moming, it


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    She must be the most hardworking daughter-inw of a wealthy family. It would’ve been easier marrying into an average family.


    He was determined to ensure his future partner wouldn’t have to do such strenuous tasks.


    “Millie''s out there? Bruce, are you pulling my leg? If she’s out there, how could | haven''t seen her?” Mylo remained skeptical.


    He simply couldn''t imagine Millie working as a waitress. He took a quick look at the hall and found no guest resembling her.


    “I''m not messing with you. Look, Millie is serving dishes over there. The service here is quite demanding. The waitresses have to


    wear high heels. Her feet must be killing her.”


    After looking again, Mylo’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.


    “It''s true! Why is she waitressing here? What the hell is going on?”


    Marcus took his eyes off the scene outside, picked up the red wine in front of him, and took a sip, casually ncing around at


    everyone.


    “l invited you to dinner not to hear you gossip. Just keep your mouths shut.”


    Earlier that day, Marcus had made it a point to check the card he’d given Millie. He’d found that she hadn’t spent a dime of the


    money he’d loaded onto it.


    Millie was an enigma to him. He was certain that had he given the card to any other woman, she would have splurged with it.


    He really couldn''t fathom what was going on in her head.


    She''d schemed the marriage, so why was she not spending his money? What was her n?


    “You guys continue drinking.” Marcus stood up, feeling the onset of boredom, and left the room.


    Upon leaving, he headed towards the restroom. As he came out, a soft feminine voice called his name from behind.