NovelEnglishChapter 135
It puzzled Millie as to how such an ill-mannered person could possess such exceptional medical skills. Simultaneously, she recognized that Leon was no paragon either. However, compared to Joel, Leon seemed marginally more trustworthy.
The security guard repeated his suggestion. “Miss, perhaps you could wait to the side? Your presence at the front entrance is not conducive to our business.”
Millie glanced down at her attire—she was respectably dressed, wasn’t she?
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe was genuinely perplexed as to how she could possibly mar their business.
Exchanging a glance with the security guard, she realized this was merely an excuse to prevent her from blocking the entrance. Recognizing the guard’s responsibilities, Millie retreated to the plaza in front to wait.
As the afternoon wore on without any sign of Leon, Millie’s gaze lingered on the majestic building. Had he ventured inside on a gold-digging expedition, too engrossed to emerge?
Tired from standing and her stomach rumbling with hunger, Millie lightly patted her flat belly. Adelicious aroma wafting from the neighboring bakery sparked her into action.
Just as she darted off, a silver Maybach smoothly entered the parking lot, and out stepped a tall man who promptly made his way into the building.
The security guard bowed in respect. “Mr. Thomas.”
Returning from her bread run, Millie caught a glimpse of a broad-shouldered figure vanishing into the building. Uninterested, she took little notice of the newcomer.
Biting into the freshly baked bread, she savored the delightful flavors flooding her mouth. The guard at the entrance watched, eyes wide, swallowing involuntarily.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOnce again, Millie approached the security guard.
The guard queried, “Why have you returned? Didn’t | ask you to wait further away?”
“You misunderstood. | cover to offer you sbread out of goodwill. You’ve been on your feet all afternoon; you must be famished. Please, have some.”
Millie extended a warm, aromatic piece of bread toward the guard. Retreating a step, the guard adopted a more formidable stance.
“I'm on duty, and | cannot eat.”
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