“It’s not that hot. Let’s stay here and chat a while longer.”


    Mylo had developed a fondness for Brenna, and his patience with her remained abundant.


    “Millie, don’t worry. I don’t hold a grudge about the scar on Brenna’s forehead caused by you. It’s all in


    the past. I’m not holding it against you, and Brenna said the same,” Mylo reassured.


    A gleam sparked in Millie’s eyes, sharpening her gaze. Brenna had told Mylo that she was responsible


    for the scar on her forehead. Yes, that was true—she had caused it.


    However, Brenna must have concealed the true story behind the incident.


    If Brenna hadn’t orchestrated a confrontation, humiliated her, and insisted on removing her mask, Millie


    wouldn’t have identally pushed Brenna against the door amid the chaos.


    Casting a nce at Marcus, Millie noted his icy countenance. It seemed he had already been informed.


    Millie narrowed her eyes slightly and remarked, “Indeed, I’m starting to feel hot. I’ll head inside.”


    Later, Millie observed that Rhea, who usually relished being the center of attention, was conspicuously


    absent. Evidently, she had departed early.


    Brenna stepped away from Mylo’s side and observed Millie. She noticed Marcus engrossed in


    socializing while Millie mostly stood alone during the gathering.


    Brenna’s confidence grew. She had heard that Mylo’s rtionships typically didn’tst, yet she had


    remained with him for a significant duration, with no signs of his patience waning. Perhaps she was a


    unique exception.


    If she could be the mistress of the Barrett family, a life filled with luxury and indulgence would


    await her. With this thought in mind, she cast a disdainful gaze down upon Millie.


    Throughout the evening, Marcus’ affections for Millie seemed scarce.


    After conversing with someone, Mylo made his way towards the restroom. Millie lightly tapped her


    ss, ced it down, and followed suit to the restroom.


    As anticipated, Millie was in the restroom, adjusting her attire. Just then, Brenna entered the restroom.


    She nonchntly took out her lipstick, dabbing on makeup while her gaze remained fixed on Millie in


    the mirror.


    Millie let out a cold smirk and spoke first.


    “I suggest you visit a beauty clinic soon to get rid of the scar on your forehead. Mylo is a choosy


    yboy, and that scar of yours will surely repel him.”


    These words struck a nerve with Brenna. She pressed the lipstick with uneven force, causing it to


    break.


    If only she could remove that scar, she would have done so long ago. However, the scar ran too deep


    to be fully eradicated.


    “You’re talking nonsense. He only has eyes for me now, and that won’t change in the future. He even


    said that my scar on my forehead doesn’t mar my beauty. On the contrary, he pities me for it,” Brenna


    retorted, attempting to defend herself.


    “Ah, so he treats you well. But I’m curious: how did you exin the origin of your scar to him? Did you


    tell him that I, out of extreme hostility and without provocation, pushed you against the door? Or did you


    reveal the truth, that you rallied a group of people to corner and assault me, and in the midst of the


    chaos, I identally pushed you against the door?”


    “I’m not naive. Of course, I wouldn’t reveal the real reason. I told him that you were envious of my


    beauty and sought to ruin me; hence, you pushed me into the door, resulting in this scar.”N?velDrama.Org copyrighted ? content.