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Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

Chapter 518
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Chapter 518

Mae's fear swallowed her words. “T concur. Guidethrough the necessary steps,” Mae surrendered.

Bria and Mae, partners in secrecy, emerged from the study. Bria cast furtive glances around before leaning closer, her voice a conspiratorial whisper.

“Mr. Thomas is bound for the study later. Hurry, fetch Millie here as soon as the wings of tallow.” Meanwhile, Millie was found in contemplation, ensconced on a chair by the tranquil lotus pool.

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In the last few days, her mind was a wandering ghost, tethered neither here nor there. Just last night, she had been seized by a nightmare in which her grandmother's life ebbed away, jolting her awake in cold terror.

“Mrs. Thomas, Mr. Thomas summons you to the study. He has words that await your ears alone.” Mae’s voice was tinged with anxiety as she approached.

“He desires my audience?”

“Yes, Mrs. Thomas.”

Mae’s eyes fell, as if unable to bear the weight of Millie's gaze.

With faith in the summons, Millie rose gracefully, her path set towards the villa.

Upon reaching the study, a turn revealed that Mae had vanished, likely swept away by duties. Millie’s hand raised, a soft knock at the door, but silence was her only reply.

With gentle insistence, she nudged the door open, entering a room devoid of presence.

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Her brow furrowed in puzzlement, and she was about to retreat when her eyes caught a fallen chair.

Drawn closer, she discovered the fractured remains of porcelain scattered like forgotten memories on the floor.

What was this?

With careful hands, she righted the chair, her eyes lingering on the shards. They were remnants of something once whole, a porcelain tragedy.

It was then that Marcus’ strides broke the silence; his entrance was a storm. His eyes found Millie, and his brow creased with displeasure. Acommand had been broken; no one was allowed to enter his study with his absence.

“Why are you here?” he demanded.