“I’LL expedite our research and development,” Han promised, pulling on ck gloves and checking


    his phone.


    Having known Marcus for so long, he could read the signs of the toll this injury was taking on him.


    “It’ste. I need to head back,” Marcus said, ncing at his watch before turning to leave. He wanted to


    be with Millie.


    The thought of her brought a smile to his face.


    Meanwhile, in the bar’s main hall downstairs, a man, dressed rather mboyantly, approached Millie


    and ced a hand on her shoulder.


    “Beauty, are you feeling Lonesome?”


    Millie removed his grimy hand with a look of disgust, rising to her feet and preparing to find another


    spot.


    The man wasn’t ready to let her go so easily. He quickly moved to obstruct her path.


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    “You’re quite the fiery one,” he leered, enjoying the challenge.


    “I like your spirit.”


    Millie’s brows knitted together in annoyance.


    “Move out of my way,” shemanded.


    A flicker of embarrassment crossed the man’s face before he retorted, “Do you even know who I am?


    Consider yourself lucky that I’ve taken a liking to you. You’ll be drinking with me tonight, whether you


    like it or not.”


    In response, Millie grabbed a ss of juice from the table and unceremoniously sshed it across the


    man’s face.


    “You bitch! How dare you defy me? Men, surround her! She needs to be taught a lesson today!” he


    spat, wiping the liquid from his face. Several others, simrly dressed in shy attire, advanced


    menacingly.


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    “What do you think you’re doing?”


    Millie’s voice wavered as she found herself encircled by the unruly group, fear creeping into her heart.


    She looked around for her friend Grace but realized she must have gone to private rooms.


    The pulsating music filled the air, its rhythm undting as people lost themselves in revelry. Those who


    happened to pass by merely nced at the unfolding drama before moving on. It was not their


    problem, and nobody seemed willing to intervene.


    The man’s demeanor shifted, and he smiled insincerely at Millie.


    “Don’t be so nervous,” he cooed. “I simply want to share a drink with you because of your beauty. Have


    this ss of wine, and I’ll let you go.”


    With a flourish, he raised his hand, and apanion handed him a ss filled with an odd-looking pink


    drink.


    He offered the ss to Millie, his smile turning into ascivious grin.