Chapter 363


    Chapter: 363


    Frowning deeply, Marcus turned to see Millie’s flushed face.


    With a deep, theatrical frown, Marcus turned to gaze upon Millie''s rosy and intoxicated face. The overpowering scent of the fine,


    exquisite Lafite wine lingered around her. Could it be that she had indulged in the wine gifted by his partner? This delicate


    creature, who couldn’t even handle a single drop, had imbibed!


    The two alien strangers at the table, whose origins traced back to distant provinces, were utterly bbergasted and consumed


    with curiosity. This mysterious and audacious woman stormed in and practically hurled herself at Marcus.


    Was it notmon knowledge that Mr. Thomas harbored no interest in women whatsoever?


    “You drank!” Marcus intoned, his voice low and ominous.


    “Just a tiny bit. It''s of no consequence,” Millie countered, her head held high and her eyes a misty blur.


    Mylo cleared his throat with a cough that resonated throughout the room, announcing, “Let me introduce. This is Mrs. Thomas,


    Marcus’ wife. Cease your bewildered gawking! Let’s proceed with our game.”Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org.


    “It''s Mrs. Thomas.”


    Millie’s voice rang out like a rion call.


    “| want to y cards!”


    With Marcus’ sturdy support, Millie took her ce at his side. She snatched the card from his hand with brazen impertinence,


    iming it as her own, and cast the smallest one into the midst of the table.


    “It''s your tum,” she dered, her voice dripping with confidence.


    Everyone was struck dumb, frozen in astonishment. It was not yet Millie’s turn to act.


    “Then | will cast aside humility. My cards, it seems, outss yours entirely.” With a cunning, sly grin, Mylo made his y.


    As the game wore on, Millie’s performance declined. Though she had the means to y, her muddled mind led her to believe


    otherwise.


    She lost time and time again.


    “| will take the winnings myself. | fear you won’t manage to count it,” Moly teased, his face alight with rare victory. He almost


    never triumphed over Marcus at cards.


    Today, his windfall was astronomical, all thanks to Millie’sck of skill.


    “Take it!” Milliemanded, her voice thundering. “Take what you must. | have a pounding headache and no patience for


    counting money. Handle it yourselves.”


    Marcus’ frown deepened into a canyon. She, who was normally so frugal, was now throwing money away as if it were nothing.


    She had lost nearly two thousand dors in a single round, yet she remained utterly unfazed.


    Mylo gleefully took his share, while the others tremulously collected theirs, palms sweaty with nervous anticipation.


    The subsequent roundmenced once more. While Millie was organizing her cards, she abruptly rose and settled on the


    sturdy thighs of Marcus. Marcus upied the middle position, a favorable spot for her engagement in card games.