“I’m leaving. Go inside,” Leon said. With that, he walked to his car.


    Fiona watched Leon leave, then tumed and headed back toward the apartment. She returned to her


    unit and opened a carton of milk, but then her gaze sharpened and she clenched her hand around the


    carton.


    She was positive that if Millie found out about her deception, she would tell Leon about it. Worse, Millie


    lived in the neighborhood, which meant that Leon would almost certainly run into her whenever he


    visited.


    She needed to figure out a way for Millie to leave the neighborhood.


    After a while, Fiona’s phone rang, Lois was calling her.


    “Miss, are you leaving already?”


    “Yes, I n to live overseas for a while. Stick to the n while I’m away. Don’t give Leon any reason to


    suspect your identity. Then, slowly start demonstrating your self-centeredness and worship of money to


    make him despise you,” Lois instructed.


    “T understand,” Fiona replied.


    However, she knew how challenging it would be to carry out the n. Leon was such a wonderful man;


    she doubted she would have the will to reject him when the time came.


    “I’m warning you, Fiona. He’s mine. You’d better not fall in love with him and steal him from me. I won’t


    forgive you if you do,” Lois threatened.


    She knew that it would be hard not to fall for Leon due to his good looks and impressive capabilities.


    Fiona promised, “Don’t worry, miss. I won’t.”


    Meanwhile, Millie was starting to get worried. Why was Marcus not home yet? Did something happen?”


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    He did not even bother to call her. Millie was mid-yawn when someone opened the door.


    “You’re back,” Millie said with a sigh, feeling a little relief.


    “You haven’t slept yet?” Marcus was a little taken aback. Was Millie waiting for his arrival?


    Millie had already brushed her teeth and washed her face. Her locks were a tangled mess. The


    apartment’s lights were on, and its upant appeared to be waiting for him to return.


    “I just finished drawing a design draft. I was just about to sleep,” Millie said.


    She then asked, “Did you attend a social gathering or something?”


    With a nod, Marcus sat down on the sofa.


    Millie frowned. “You’re still injured. You shouldn’t be drinking too much.”


    Marcus replied, “Derek drank my portion.”