“Are you blind? Look at the crowd. Why the rush?” A woman’s voice piped up behind Humphrey, her


    annoyance evident.


    “Fancy attire, butcking in manners,” the woman added with disdain, herment trailing after


    Humphrey.


    Millie pivoted, catching sight of Humphrey closing in swiftly. The anger aze in his eyes set off rm


    bells within her, a foreboding sensation taking root.


    The intensity in his gaze was a telltale sign that they had Likely deciphered her true intent behind


    selling her work.


    Clutching the recorder pen hidden within her bag, Millie wasted no time, her swift retreat a calcted


    response.


    “Excuse me, please.”


    Nancy caught up to Humphrey, positioning herself by his side.


    “She’s fleeing. You were right. It’s a trap. She’s undoubtedly making off with the recorder pen,” Nancy


    confirmed urgently.


    Humphrey increased his pace, determination driving him to pursue Millie relentlessly. Retrieving the


    recorder from her was now his unequivocal goal.


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    Millie extended her hand in a bid to hail a taxi, yet the rush hour chaos thwarted her efforts, leaving her


    without a ride.


    As Humphrey’s presence loomed ever nearer, Millie abandoned her pursuit of a taxi. Fueled by


    desperation, she sprinted with all her might, her heart racing within her chest.


    Evading Humphrey’s grasp became Millie’s singr objective.


    However, the inherent physical strength advantage of men over women was a stark reality. Despite her


    efforts to lose him through a series of turns, Millie still detected Humphrey’s proximity.


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    The glow of the streemp illuminated Millie’s form, her breath ragged as exhaustion threatened to


    overtake her.


    In a desperate move, Millie had retrieved her phone, intending to call for help. However, her n was


    thwarted when a passerby identally knocked her phone from her grasp. With Humphrey closing in,


    retrieving the phone wasn’t an option.


    Reaching the entrance of an alley, Millie leaned against the wall, attempting to catch her breath and


    gather her wits.


    “Millie, surrender the recorder pen. There’s no escape,” amanding voice echoed from behind


    Millie.


    Millie pivoted, her gazending on the man standing a mere ten meters away from her.


    “What recorder pen?” Aware of the gravity of the situation, Millie understood that she couldn’t afford to


    confess.


    With each deliberate step, Humphrey drew closer, his eyes aze with simmering anger.


    Determined not to falter in hismitment to Ryan, Humphrey had vowed to never let the case slip


    from his grasp. Obtaining the recorder pen from Millie was now his paramount mission, no matter the


    cost.


    “Enough with the pretense. Surrender the pen, and you can depart unscathed. Otherwise, I won’t hold


    back.” With each measured step he took, Humphrey’s cold leather shoes closing the distance, Millie


    found herself unable to suppress the tremor that coursed through her.


    Faced with his presence, she recognized her utter powerlessness against his resolve.


    “Nowhere to flee, Millie.”