In Preagend, Darin left the premises of his family business, sliding into his car and steering it toward his


    home.


    Unbeknownst to him, a convoy of several vehicles discreetly trailed his path.


    As the road grew quieter, Darin’s vehicle was abruptly halted,pelled to a standstill by the imposing


    presence of a Land Rover. Exiting his car, Darin’s gaze locked onto the vehicle that had forced him to


    stop.


    Seated within the Land Rover, Derek drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, his measured actions


    imbued with calcted confidence.


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    Through the windshield, Darin’s eyes met Derek’s, Marcus’ assistant, a sight that sent a shiver down


    his spine. An air of unease settled upon him as he spected that Marcus had discerned his intentions


    to kill Millie.


    A full minute passed before Derek emerged from his car, a smirk adorning his features as he


    approached Darin.


    “Derek, what is the meaning of this?” Darin attempted to feignposure his voiceced with a veneer


    of calmness.


    “Mr. Barker, it hase to my attention that you bear no grudge against Mrs. Thomas. Why then do


    you persist in your attempts to end her life? She is a defenseless woman. Does shame elude you as


    you repeatedly plot her demise?”


    Derek’s words dripped with disdain as he closed the distance and patted Darin’s shoulder.


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    “Is your lifecking excitement, Mr. Barker? Well, allow me to inject a bit of intrigue.”


    Darin’s legs quivered, his limitedbat training proving insufficient against Derek’s skills. It was


    common knowledge in their circle that Derek had been trained on Raven Ind.


    Moreover, Darin’s followers filled the vehicles trailing behind him.


    The deste road stretched before then as the sun dipped below the horizon. A sense of impending


    doom settled upon Darin, leaving him with the unnerving certainty that escape would prove a


    formidable challenge. Summoning all his efforts, Darin sought to steady himself.


    Perhaps a misunderstanding has arisen, Derek, let’s rify matters.” “Remember these words and


    offer your exnation to Mr. Thomas. My role is to fulfill my assignment,” Derek dered with a stern


    countenance, his gaze darkening as he pivoted to return to his car. With a surge of eleration, his


    vehicle zipped past Darin. Simultaneously, a trailing car elerated toward Darin’s position.


    In an instant, Darin found himselfunched into the air by the force of impact.


    The following morning, Millie awoke early, contemting rising from the bed when Marcus’ arm


    encircled her soft waist.


    “Indulge in a little more sleep.”


    Millie grazed her fingers across his forehead, noting the absence of fever. She then bestowed a tender


    kiss on his lips.


    “Darling, rest a while longer. I am unable to fall asleep.”


    The kiss had proven more efficacious than any remedy. Extracting herself from the bed, Millie gingerly


    massaged her sore waist, a sensation that left her questioning why Marcus, who was recovering from


    illness, disyed such vigor in bed.


    Just the previous night, upon their return home, he had been eager to share intimate moments despite


    her initial reluctance.


    Initially, she had resisted, urging him to conserve his energy and allow his body to recover. However,


    he countered, “If I sweat, I’ll heal.” Amidst a blush that painted her cheeks, she found herself


    acquiescing to his fervent desire. She knew her resistance would have little impact on the course of


    events.


    Nheless, his caution was palpable. He deliberately abstained from sharing kisses, citing his


    concern about transmitting his illness to her.


    Following her ablutions, she prepared a light breakfast. The exertions of the night prior had taken their


    toll on Marcus, causing him to sumb to sleep once more. Opting not to rouse him, Millie ventured


    outside.