Among her department colleagues, Shera was widely admired for her voluntary offer to rece the


    absent vice director and venture to the remote Peach Town.


    In truth, she had extended a few personal favors to the vice director, persuading her to take a day off


    and not show up at work today.


    Mr. Perez offered Shera a thumbs-up.


    “That’s excellent. Keep up the hard work. With your youth and dedication, the director’s position will be


    yours in no time.”


    Deep down, everyone knew that Shera’s father Bolton held a high-ranking position within the Thomas


    Group. Rumors suggested that Celeste had a particr fondness for her, underscoring her promising


    future.


    “I’m honored, Mr. Perez. The director’s role will forever be yours.”


    Shera modestly smiled, concealing ambitions that extended far beyond bing a director in the


    charity department. Her ultimate goal was to secure the position of the Thomas Group’s CEO’s wife.


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    Having faced death once, she was resolute in her pursuit of any desired objective.


    Yet there was one aspect that truly took her by surprise. Nancy, who had once shown great promise at


    Thomas Group, had been so thoroughly defeated by Millie that the loss was utterly devastating.


    Her fingers clenched. Millie might project an image of innocence, but underestimating her would be a


    grave error.


    Nevertheless, Shera had no intention of conceding.


    Ang’s Library


    She concealed a smug grin, fully aware that the miniature bomb imnted inside Millie’s body was her


    ace in the hole, holding Millie’s lifeline captive.


    Millie’s day had been hectic, and with Marcus absent from thepany, she decided to put in some


    overtime to tackle her design tasks.


    When she finally left the Thomas Group, night had fallen.


    Adjacent to the Thomas Group was a pharmacy. Millie entered and picked up a pregnancy test kit, then


    approached the counter.


    “How much does this cost?”


    The staff, a middle-aged woman in a white coat, took a look at Millie and surprise flickered in her gentle


    eyes.


    “Miss, it’s 20 dors. But honestly, I don’t think you need to take the test. You’re obviously pregnant.


    You should take care of yourself from now on.”


    Surprised by the stranger’s assumption, Millie inquired with a smile, “I haven’t taken the test yet. How


    can you tell?”


    The woman handed the box to Millie and exined, “I’m an obstetrics and gynecology doctor at the


    Wellness Hospital. I’ve encountered numerous pregnant women in my career. My daughter owns this


    pharmacy, and I’m helping her out today. I can usually tell if a woman is pregnant just by Looking at


    her.”


    Millie was taken aback. Now it made sense why the woman was so confident. The Wellness Hospital’s


    obstetrics and gynecology department was renowned in Preagend with highly skilled doctors.


    “Thank you for the advice!”


    Millie paid for the test kit and then proceeded to the supermarket to purchase some pregnancy-friendly


    food items.


    With her shopping done, she headed outside to find a taxi. Just as she was about to hail a cab, a gray


    car pulled up in front of her, the window rolling down.