Chapter 459


    “No, this assertion finds no foothold within me.”


    “Your tenacity is evident. Should | then apprise your master of your penchant?”


    Flustered, Millie’s cheeks flushed crimson, words slipping from her grasp in the face of the proposition.


    “Pray, abstain from such utterance. Later, | shall secure the album.”


    Her chest bore the weight of unease, her gaze sidelong, an inquiry on her lips.


    “How did youe to this ce?”


    Absent a moment prior, his presence now emerged into the scene. Hisst arrival was also least expected.


    Han’s finger extended toward the towering wall adjacent, his deration ringing forth. “From yonder perch, | ascended. Your


    engrossment rendered you oblivious, lost in the tableau of your master’s musings.”


    Stunned, Millie stood agape, incredulity painting her features. The notion of scaling such lofty heights seemed a tale spun from


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    Millie’s eyes widened in amazement upon spotting the dust particles clinging to Han’s attire’s hem.


    She blinked, her voice a mix of awe and jest. “Your prowess is astonishing; it''s as though you can defy gravity and traverse walls


    with the grace of a bird in flight.”


    “Does this wall dare challenge my ascent? Even a seven-story monolith cannot deter me, for my hands are the only tools |


    require.”


    Millie, taken aback by his assertion, could hardly believe her ears.


    “Han, what upation might you have pursued? Your capabilities are truly remarkable. Were you perhaps a member of a


    special forces unit?”


    Her contemtion ventured, assuming a history of military service and a position of preeminence.


    “The allure of my profession piques your curiosity? Ah, but it’s been ages since my heart felt the thrum of romantic entanglement.


    Consider this proposal: assume the role of my paramour, and in retum, | shall regale you with tales of my vocation.”


    Bending down, Martin leaned in closer to Millie, who was perched on the swing.


    Approaching her was a handsome visage with a warmplexion. Startled, Millie instinctively edged backward, a flutter of


    unease coursing through her. Was Han, by any chance, proposing a romantic liaison?


    Millie, however, offered an immediate rebuttal, a rejection bolstered by practicality.


    “No, our paths are incongruent.” ?


    Confounded by Millie’s swift dismissal, Han’s perplexity was evident. His charisma rarely encountered rejection; what


    peculiarity colored this day?


    The unexpected rejection from a maid caught Han off guard.