Chapter 375


    Chapter: 375


    Hearing the sound of the open door, Millie assumed that Derek had left the room.


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    Millie hastily retreated to the bathroom, escaping from her drenched garments as if they were chains, and transformed herself


    into a vision of elegance before re-emerging.


    From the depths of her exquisite bag, she summoned a pen and inscribed an IOU note for a staggering sum of one and a half


    million dors. Clutching the fragile paper, she inhaled a breath filled with determination.


    She made a vow to herself—an unbreakable promise—that if she ever sumbed to the temptations of alcohol again, she


    would degrade herself to the status of a lowly pig.


    With resolute strides, Millie prepared to present the grand IOU note to Marcus, the symbol of her newfound resolve.


    Suddenly, the sound of the main door opening again reverberated through the room.


    As Millie emerged from her inner room, she captured a fleeting glimpse of Marcus’ majestic figure departing.


    Drawn like a moth to a me, Millie’s eyes settled on the mysterious documents adoming the coffee table. Her curiosity piqued,


    she ventured over and daringly unveiled their secrets.


    To her astonishment, within those pagesy ssified information regarding the enigmatic Mrs. Barton, highlighted by a


    sentence as bold as a thunderbolt, proiming her purchase of a luminescent white pearl ne.


    Marcus’ intentions became clear as crystal: he was delving into the very soul of Mrs. Barton''s desires to craft a ne that


    would resonate with her very essence.


    In her recent encounters, Millie had realized that Marcus was a titan of determination, approaching every endeavor with a zeal


    that would make mountains tremble.


    Within Mrs. Barton''s stern facade, Millie sensed the whispers of a hidden grace and humility. She was no mere pursuer of hollow


    luxury; she was a connoisseur of sincerity.


    The reason behind Mrs. Barton’s extravagant request was not mere whim but a challenge, a test of the very sincerity of the


    Thomas Group.


    Putting down the documents, Millie chastised herself for delving into the depths of these thoughts, for the mechanism of Thomas


    Group was a world beyond her reach.


    Marcus, the CEO, a mastermind in thebyrinth of business, surely had his strategiesid out.


    Asudden knock at the door interrupted her musings. Opening it, she discovered not an intruder but a food delivery person,


    bearing a feast so she could dine like a queen without stepping foot in the restaurant.


    Millie indulged in her solitary banquet before retiring to the bedroom’s desk, where her creative spark ignited.


    The Snow Mountain Vi had awakened a torrent of inspiration, and now her hand danced across the paper, breathing life into


    her ideas.


    Time wore on, and Millie’s energy waned. Organizing her masterpieces, she surrendered to the embrace of sleep on the


    sumptuous bed.


    High above on the hotel rooftop, Marcus stood like a sentinel, his hands buried in his pockets, his eyes locked on the Snow


    Mountain Vi, his posture radiating defiance and challenge.


    Derek came up.


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