Chapter 531


    Beside her, apanion sang Brenna’s praises.


    Curiosity sparked within Mylo.Content (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.


    “preagend University, your alma mater? Curious how this facty concealed.”


    Brenna’s response was a gentle whisper on the breeze. “Only unasked, my secrets remained.”


    “Preagend University is a familiar institution, much akin to my friend’s wife’s alma mater. A multitude of its students seem to bear


    the blessing of beauty. As are you, radiating a captivating charm.”


    Brenna inquired, “Is Millie the one you speak of, the wife of the Thomas Group’s president?”


    “Indeed. Are you acquainted with her?”


    “Mylo, | pale inparison to Mrs. Thomas.” A sudden tremor tinged Brenna’s voice as she nestled within Mylo’s embrace, her


    words carrying a bittersweet undertone.


    Perplexed, Mylo queried, “What troubles you?”


    A fleeting nce towards Marcus, veiled in shadows, revealed his cold stare fixed upon Brenna, inducing her to lower her gaze


    in vexation.


    “It''s nothing.”


    “Mylo, spare Brenna undue distress. The mere mention of Millie’s name invokes profound fear within her.”


    “What do you mean!?” A sense of unease clung to Mylo, disdainful of obfuscated words.


    Brenna’s friend quivered at Mylo’s reaction. With a lowered head, she revealed, “Brenna bears a scar upon her forehead. A


    reminder of a past encounter...”


    Deliberate pause hung in the air, a palpable tension swaying between the lines.


    Upon hearing this, Mylo’s brow furrowed, and his hand instinctively lifted to inspect Brenna’s forehead.


    Indeed, a prominent scar marked its presence, measuring six or seven centimeters.


    Understanding dawned as to why Brenna had been protective of her bangs.


    “Refrain from gazing. Its visage is not a sight of beauty.” Brenna’s voice wasden with grievance.


    Mylo’s nce shifted from Brenna to Marcus. His fingers cradled a wine ss, and his countenance was an enigma. Having


    been friends for years, Mylo sensed that Marcus anticipated the forting revtions.


    “Who was responsible? Pray, continue.”


    “Desist, Mylo. Your friend might perceive my words as maligning his spouse.”