NovelEnglishChapter 395
Chapter: 395
Mrs. Barton was amazed by the enchanting snowscape surrounding her.
“Alright.” Millie turned her face to peer at the snowflakes outside, dancing gracefully like winter’s soft ballet.
Nancy cast a sidelong, skeptical glance at Millie, her disbelief mirrored in her eyes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMillie’s confidence seemed as absurd as a fish insisting it could fly!
Did Millie claim ffor any renowned works during her study at Preagend University? None—not a whisper or a hint.
At Preagend University, save for one mysterious piece that once outshone Nancy in a campus contest, all other moments were marked by Nancy’s triumph. She shone like a star in the bright sky.
As for Millie, shadowed behind her daily mask, she seemed to evaporate, leaving no trace or memory in the university.
Millie’s gaze shifted from the window’s frosty frame, catching Marcus’ eyes upon her. They were filled with a curious blend of shock, intrigue, and a serious glint, as if probing her very soul.
Despite Marcus’ gaze, she allowed her lips to curve lightly. This time, she felt the tide of opportunity rising, and she was ready to snatch revenge for the school’s paint incident, long imprinted on her memory.
“You all continue with your discussion; I'll retreat to my seat,” Millie announced, her voice filled with grace, as she returned to her table. She felt a slight discomfort in her lower abdomen, guiding her straight to the restroom. Upon exiting, she found Nancy blocking her path like an ominous storm cloud.
In Nancy’s eyes, a venomous spark flickered. Millie’s display of unwavering confidence, utterly unafraid of Nancy, gnawed at her pride, leaving her feeling belittled and mocked.
Seeing that Nancy remained silent, Millie breezed past her, as though brushing aside an insignificant obstacle. “Stop!” Nancy’s voice rang out, breaking the silence like a thunderclap. “What's the matter?” Millie halted, turning slightly, her voice a calm ripple in a pond.
“You seem quite confident, yet you're like a lamb approaching a wolf, challenging me. Do you even know who | am? Even with closed eyes, | could outpace you. How dare you, a mere shadow, challenge me? You'll be swept away!” Nancy roared, her arrogance unbridled.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Oh, you think you've glimpsed the future, knowing the result before the work’s even been produced?” Millie retorted, arms
crossed like a shield.
“T’m certain, because |, Nancy, stand as a mountain compared to your molehill. Not to mention you, even the Thomas Group can’t function withoutas their chief designer. You, as the CEO's wife, are a mere puppet in the role I’ve allowed you to fill,” Nancy spat, her delicate face twisted with contempt. In her eyes, Millie was less than dust.
Millie’s scoff echoed in the hallway, dismissing the preposterous notion that Nancy had bestowed on her the title of Marcus’ wife. When she saw Nancy's desperate longing for Marcus, Millie understood her true target.
Indeed, being the mere chief designer for the Thomas Group was not enough to sate Nancy's ambitions. She hungered for control over the entire business empire.
“Well, we'll see about that,” Millie responded, her voice filled with disdain and eager to end this fruitless banter. Upon seeing that Millie remained unswayed and calm, Nancy's fury ignited like a forest fire.
“Let's wager. If you lose, you will crawl on the ground and bark like a dog.” Nancy’s voice dripped with malice.
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