“Here is your phone.” Han produced a phone from the depths of his pocket, presenting it to Millie.


    Millie, taken aback by the unexpected offering, received the device with a mix of astonishment and


    gratitude. He had pursued her every step of the way, even retrieving her phone.


    Observing that Millie’s breath had regained its calm cadence, Han advanced with a purposeful stride.


    “Shall we embark?”


    “Whither, you ask?” Millie fell a step behind him.


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    “Let us seek out your paramour, Marcus.”


    A rosy hue graced Millie’s cheeks. For all of Han’s enigmatic demeanor, he spoke with a candidness.


    Could it be that Marcus had truly returned?


    Emerging from the narrow passage, they encountered a stationary automobile. From its confines


    emerged Marcus, his countenance suffused with relief upon glimpsing Millie in a state of unharmed


    security.


    The instant Han set foot back in Preagend, he apprised her of the peril that had menaced Millie,


    prompting his rush to this very location.


    “You have indeed made a homing,” he remarked.


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    As Millie’s eyes fell upon Marcus, a radiant gleam illuminated them, propelling her forthrightly into his


    embrace.


    “Have misfortune’s fangs grazed you?”


    In an instant, Marcus seized Millie’s hand, his touch gentle yet thorough, as though he feared hidden


    injuries might lurk beneath her surface.


    Supportively, Han interposed, folding his arms, “She’s unharmed, rest assured. Her heart only raced


    a tad from her swift sprint.”


    Turning his gaze towards Han, Marcus uttered heartfelt gratitude.


    “I am indebted.”


    Without dy, Millie procured a recorder pen and tendered it to Marcus.


    “Contained within is the audio testament. Its words bear witness to Swan Kiss as a creation of mine.”


    Marcus epted the device, his eyes sparkling.


    “Promise me to eschew such perilous endeavors in the future. Allow me to shoulder the risk.”


    Never had he anticipated Millie’s ventures into such jeopardy. Yet he found sce in the decision to


    enlist Han’s guardianship.


    Millie, a touch bashful, lightly grazed her cheek.


    “Their vignce was keen, scarcely affording me time to take the recorder pen away.”


    Days prior, the Thomas Group had contended over a lucrativend tract. Thisnd, strategically


    positioned, bore the potential for prodigious profit. It stood as a pivotal Thomas Group venture,


    necessitating Marcus’ personal oversight.