“The tides turned against her, and Marcus, wise to her mischief, cast her out. She admitted her


    transgressions and her artifice woven against you. Not only did she depart, but her son and daughter-


    inw were also expelled from thepany’s embrace. Her reckoning was well-deserved.”


    Bria’s pursuit of employment had yielded no sess, ultimately leading her to the role of a cleaner


    within these walls.


    Following her conversation’s conclusion with Gemma, Millie’s spirits experienced a notable lift, akin to


    sunlight piercing through dark clouds. The universe, she believed, possessed a sense of justice that


    would eventually catch up with those who carried malevolent intentions.


    The mystery surrounding Marcus’ avowal of misunderstanding on that particr evening began to


    unravel. In recent times, Millie had deliberately maintained her distance from him, her indifference to


    the matter palpable.


    On a day like any other, as Millie strolled beyond themunity’s entrance, an elegant woman


    descended from the adjacent Maserati, gracefully halting her progress. The woman was Rhea.


    “Millie, has this now be your residence? A favorable circumstance, I must say.


    Abandon the thought of returning. Your permanent abode should rest within these environs.”


    Rhea’s gaze swept across the surroundings, her affluence ustomed to more grandiose


    surroundings. To her, this neighborhood resembled nothing more than a gathering of destitution, a stark


    contrast to her ownvish vi.


    Millie’s eyes narrowed, pondering Rhea’s uncanny presence. It was as though Rhea had been


    incessantly monitoring her every move.


    “Where I dwell is solely my prerogative. Your involvement is null.”


    A derisive snort escaped Rhea’s lips. “Hmph, let me enlighten you. Your mother-inw harbors an


    aversion towards you, wishing for your absence. Thus, returning is not an option. Exercise sagacity;


    sever the ties with Marcus. With your grandmother’s recuperation, an opportune moment presents itself


    for your departure from Preagend.”


    Rhea, having conspired with Bria in prior instances, disyed no hint of remorse.


    Millie waspelled to recognize Rhea’s absence of moral qualms.


    Millie’s arms crossed resolutely. “It is urate that Celeste holds no affection for me, though it appears


    her sentiments toward you are equally tepid. In my estimation, you might be, at most, a favored


    adoptee.”


    Rhea affected a petnt pout. “Undoubtedly, her fondness for me outweighs all else. Who do you


    fancy yourself as?”


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    “Kindly step aside. This is hardly an opulent locale. Spare yourself from the scent of adversity.” Millie


    deftly extricated herself from Rhea’s touch.


    Within the edifice of the Thomas Group, Marcus wore a perplexed expression. His signature graced the


    document before him, an agreement that Derek received with reverence.


    A pen clenched within Marcus’ hand met the table with a resonant thud. These past days had been


    deprived of peaceful repose, not due to an excess of engagements but rather the gnawing awareness


    of Millie’s gradual and inexorable drift away from him.


    Did lingering resentment taint her feelings about the divorce agreement?


    “Didn’t you advise giving her space and not pressuring her excessively?”


    Derek found himself entangled in a predicament. Without a romantic rtionship of his own, he


    marveled at how Mr. Thomas genuinely regarded his counsel. Marcus was undeniably desperate.


    Only a few days ago, Millie covertly secured an apartment elsewhere. Upon learning of this, Marcus


    found himself consumed by a tempest of fury, his desire to confront Millie overwhelming. Derek, in


    response, urged restraint to allow Millie to maintain her emotional equilibrium.