“This time, she aimed a gun at me. If it had been anyone else, she might not have escaped unscathed!”


    Millie’s actions had taken Bruce by surprise. Guns were typically reserved for dire situations and not


    casually handled.


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    “Where are you? Give me the address. Now!” Marcus eximed.


    “She should be back at thepany by now. In the future, make sure to keep these things well-hidden


    and away from her,” Bruce answered.


    After ending the call, Marcus fell into deep thought. How had Millie discovered the M92 he had stashed


    at home, and why had she pointed it at Bruce? Her courage was truly remarkable.


    If the gun had identally discharged and harmed her, he would have been gued with regret.


    “Mr. Thomas, is something the matter?” Trenton inquired, noticing that Marcus was distracted.


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    “Fetch Millie for me,” Marcus instructed.


    Millie clutched her handbag tightly as she made her way back to the design department. Just as she


    entered, she ran into Trenton.


    “Mr. Thomas would Like to see you.”


    “Okay.”


    Millie ced her bag in the drawer, intending to lock it and discreetly return the gun to its original


    location when she got home in the evening. However, the lock suddenly malfunctioned. Anxious about


    leaving her bag unattended at her office desk, she decided to bring it along when meeting Marcus.


    Millie entered the CEO’s office to find Marcus had set aside his work and was staring at her.


    “Where did you just go?” he asked.


    His gaze was piercing and intense, as if she was being interrogated.


    Instinctively, she concealed her bag behind her and cast nervous nces around the room.


    “I went out to grab Lunch.”


    Though she knew she had just lied to him, she couldn’t fathom how daring and reckless her recent


    actions had be.


    Marcus couldn’t help but notice Millie’s attempt to hide her bag behind her.


    “Thomas Group has a cafeteria. Are the meals there not to your liking?” Marcus asked as he


    unbuttoned one button from his cor, slowly approaching Millie step by step.


    “I suddenly had a craving for the steamed egg with crab roe from the restaurant across the street, so I


    decided to go out for lunch. Do you have something you’d like to discuss with me? If not, I’m heading


    back to the design department. I have a lot of work waiting,”


    Millie exined, taking a couple of steps back.


    Marcus’ gaze remained fixed on her handbag.


    “Hold on, what’s inside your bag? You seem rather nervous,” he remarked.