On the golf course, Marcus suspiciously put away his phone. It was the first time Millie had ever called


    to inquire about his location.


    The supplier beside him smiled and shook his head, as if understanding the whole situation.


    “Mr. Thomas, I was going to suggest we get massages and unwind after the game. But it seems that


    Mrs. Thomas might not be pleased with that idea,” the supplier hinted.


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    Derek, who stood nearby, surmised that these massages might involve some unsavorypany.


    “Let’s continue,” Marcus said, tactfully changing the subject as he picked up his golf club.


    Though he had an injury and couldn’t y golf to his full potential, the supplier never dared to make


    him feel ufortable. Instead, he continuallyplimented him.


    The supplier struck the ball with skill.


    Marcus looked up, enjoying the beautiful weather. He wished Millie were there. He could imagine


    holding her hand, walking together on the lush green Lawn.


    Bathed in golden sunlight, his tall figure stood out. The caddie nearby couldn’t help but admire him,


    appreciating his handsome features.


    Millie returned to the design department, feeling a weight lifted off her shoulders. She found new


    energy for her work.


    Unbeknownst to her, Nancy was watching her every move.


    Emerie approached Nancy, Looking puzzled.


    “Didn’t you show me that advertisement earlier?”


    Nancy’s inactivitytely had confused Emerie.


    Biding her time, Nancy replied, “We have to wait for the right opportunity.”


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    She needed to make sure all would go smoothly. She didn’t want to risk everything only to end up


    empty-handed, especially since she knew little about the organization in question.


    Later, as she watched Millie leave for the day, Nancy called Mrs. Fairclough.


    “Mrs. Fairclough, are you avable tonight? I reserved a table at a restaurant and ordered an array of


    Italian dishes, your favorite.


    Let’s have dinner together.”


    Nancy had specifically researched the other woman’s preferences.


    However, her smile slowly faded.


    “You have a guest tonight. Alright, we’ll reschedule for another time.”


    After ending the call, Nancy angrily put down the phone, recognizing the refusal for what it was: an


    excuse.


    Once home, Millie put in some overtime in the study before preparing a simple meal.