Chapter 443


    “Certainly, my dear. There’s no need to return the clothes. They''re not that expensive anyway,” said the older woman.


    As she helped Millie change earlier, the hostess noticed the fine texture of Millie''s garments, so unlike her own. She suspected


    that Millie might feel difort in her rougher attire.


    Upon their exit, a dreamlike scene met their eyes: snow danced through the air ina fervent waltz, its grace captivating.


    “Please ept this as a token of our gratitude, madam,” Derek urged, pressing a substantial amount of money into her hands


    before rushing to the vehicle.


    The hostess’s eyes widened at the unexpected gift, her voice rising with rm.


    “What are you doing? I’ve already told you | won’t take money from you.”


    From his ce beside the car, Derek looked on, his gaze drawn to the spectacle of Marcus cradling Millie as he trod through the


    snow. This powerful figure, now revealed in a new light, portrayed a rare tenderness with each step.


    Impulsively reaching for his phone to inform the search team of Millie’s recovery, Derek’s thumb brushed against the camera


    button, snapping an unwitting yet poignant photograph of Marcus and Millie.


    Meanwhile, within the cozy confines of the hotel, Nancy retrieved a bottle of red wine, pouring two sses and offering one to


    Humphrey.


    “snow and red wine—a match made in heaven. Let''s savor it,” she dered, her eyes gleaming.


    Humphrey epted the ss, perplexed by Nancy’s demeanor.


    Earlier, during a tragic scene in a film they watched, she''d burst intoughter, a reaction that both startled and confused him.


    “Nancy, you seem quite jubnt this evening,” Humphrey remarked cautiously, his confusion apparent. The memory of Nancy’s


    rage earlier in the day, triggered by her defeat at Millie’s hands, lingered fresh in his mind.


    “Oh, | am, Humphrey. | am indeed,” Nancy replied, her eyes gleaming with an enigmatic smile as she clinked her ss against


    Humphrey''s, taking a generous sip.


    In her heart, she reveled in the belief that Millie had perished in the cold. Whoever dared to cross her would inevitably face ruin.


    What did it matter if Millie had won? She was surely gone by now.


    The dark crimson of Nancy’s lipstick, mingled with the red wine, lent a sinister edge to her smile.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.


    Suddenly, a tumultuous uproar resonated from downstairs, followed by the urgent opening of Nancy’s door.


    Laurel burst into the room, her face flushed with excitement. “Nancy, have you heard? Millie has been found!”


    Nancy’s body stiffened, her face paling as the ss slipped from her grasp and shattered on the floor. What was this?


    Driven by a sudden urgency, she dashed to the window, peering below.


    Aprocession of vehicles had returned to the hotel, and from one, Marcus emerged, his tall andmanding presence


    unmistakable.