On this asion, Marcus chose to remain silent, his response was withheld.


    Humphrey, having crossed the threshold of a bar, entered a private enve.


    On a ck leather settee sat Ryan, while on the tea table rested an invitation of regal hue-a blend of


    purple and gold.


    “Who might this be?”


    With Humphrey’s arrival, the invitation card found its way into his hands, its contents promptly unveiled.


    At the sight of the name therein, his visage underwent a marked transformation.


    “The Thomas Group extends an invitation for your presence at their forting jewelry release


    conference. This overture is undeniablyden with provocation.”


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    The invitation card was returned to its resting ce as Humphrey opined, “It seems that Marcus has


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    After the press conference unveiling Swan Kiss, the Thomas Group expedited an expansive showcase


    of their novel offerings, an overt demonstration of Marcus’ resolve to exert pressure upon them.


    “How fares the legal battle against the Thomas Group?”


    Humphrey settled upon another sofa, his expression bearing a shade of guilt. He fervently wished for


    Millie to have embraced a watery demise, her continued existence posed a looming quandary.


    “What transpired?” Ryan’s gaze fixed intently upon Humphrey, a razor-sharp scrutiny that pierced


    through pretenses.


    “In truth, we are well prepared. The previous litigation against the Thomas Group yielded them no


    gains.”


    The weight of Ryan’s presence cast a palpable strain on Humphrey. He aspired to execute his duties


    with utmost proficiency, eschewing any notion of incurring Ryan’s disdain. He silently hoped for Millie’s


    demise in the river. It was unrealistic for her to sprout wings and alight upon a wall’s apex.


    “Stay vignt in this litigation. Victory is non-negotiable.


    Moreover, you shall represent me at the Thomas Group’s press conference tomorrow.”


    On their way home, en route to their destination, Millie and Marcus passed by the Royal Hotel. Millie’s


    suggestion to halt the car stemmed from her intent to pay a courtesy visit to a friend residing therein.


    She desired to convey greetings.


    “I shall apany you.”


    Millie, however, demurred.


    “It is unnecessary. I anticipate returning within a mere ten minutes.”


    As Marcus searched for a suitable parking space, Millie hastened into the hotel. Observing her brisk


    entry, Marcus’ brow furrowed in fleeting concern.


    Millie, guided by her phone, homed in on the designated room.


    nking the entrance were two sentinels, their vignt postures unmistakable.


    The guards interposed, “Whom do you seek?”


    “Good day. I seek the upant of this room. I go by the name Millie.”