Chapter 391


    Chapter: 391


    Marcus was confident that, one day, Millie would open up to him.


    In a separate chamber, Nancy found herself gazing intently at the message Millie had sent. The audacity with which Millie


    dered herself inferior to trash left Nancy dumbfounded.


    Could anyone truly be so unhinged?


    Oh, what a spectacle this was unfolding to be! Once deemed utterly unattractive, Millie turned out to possess a countenance of


    remarkable allure beneath her concealing mask.


    What an irony!


    Irate ripples coursed through Nancy''s being, propelling her towards the balcony in search of a gust of sce.


    Yet in her gaze, a trace of disdain blossomed. So what if Millie had transformed from a weed into a blossom? Ultimately, her


    comparison fell short against Nancy’s innate brilliance. ?


    With the new day''s arrival, Millie arose, only to find Marcus absent from her side.Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org.


    Sleep had eluded her through the night because of the throbbing ache in her lower abdomen. This difort cast a pallor upon


    her face as morning dawned. Seeking refuge within the confines of a nearby café, she ordered sweetness.


    But even as she settled into her seat, a chorus of gazes bore upon her.


    Her gaze wandered sideways, alighting upon a tableau featuring Marcus, Mrs. Barton, and Nancy at an adjacent table. nking


    them were Derek and Simon, two sentinels presiding over the scene. On the polished expanse of the table rested several cases


    brimming with gemden opulence.


    Clearly, they were discussing business.


    Millie relocated herself, seeking sanctuary from the unfolding exchange.


    In Marcus’ eyes, shadows gathered, and a tempestuous inquiry poised upon his lips.


    “Mrs. Barton, do none of these adornments catch your fancy?”


    These trinkets were culled from the treasure troves of the venerable Thomas Group, each a creation by the skilled hands of their


    premier artisans. A treasury of opulence, a testament to the group’s earnestness.


    Yet none of them resonated with Mrs. Barton’s taste—a twist unforeseen by Marcus.


    Gently, Mrs. Barton shook her head, her voice a measured cadence of exnation.


    “Mr. Thomas, please understand my intent. While these ornaments arevish and resplendent, they fail to harmonize with my


    essence. Kindly ept their return.”


    “Remove them,” Marcus intoned, his gaze flickering towards Derek, themand unequivocal.


    As the jewelry migrated back to their appointed cases, a ndestine smile, poised with just the right touch of grace, graced


    Nancy’s countenance. The timing of this refusal was impable—a prelude, surely, to a crescendo of her significance yet to


    unfold.


    Agraceful smile curled upon Nancy’s lips as she embarked on the task of self-introduction.