NovelEnglishChapter 52
Chapter: 52
“Fuck off! Put your mask on, and get the hell out of here! You’re so hideous! You shouldn't be allowed to go out at all!” Harvey snarled.
Millie began to feel dizzy as the alcohol she consumed began to settle in her stomach. She battled to fight the dizziness as Grace rushed to support her.
Massaging her temple, she said, “Your wish is our command, Mr. Deleon. We'll be leaving now.” “Just fucking go!” Harvey snapped.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMillie’s vision blurred a little as she reached for her mask and put it on. She was really terrible at holding her liquor. Grace stared at her with guilt on her face.
“Millie, I’m sorry. You drank because of me.”
“Don’t worry about it. Let’s just go now.” Millie waved her hand dismissively. They had to get out of there as soon as possible. The place was not safe for them.
Grace helped Millie walk, and the two of them made their way to the door.
At the stime, Harvey exclaimed, “Damn it, | still feel sick! Why is there such an ugly woman in the world? Call an ambulance right now. | think | need to go to the hospital.”
Then, one of the weaker-looking men among them got to his feet and stared fixedly at Millie's retreating figure. His blurry eyes suddenly cleared up as if he had remembered something.
“Wait, don’t let her go! | know who she is! That freak is Millie Brown, Marcus Thomas's wife!” “What? That’s her?” Harvey questioned.
“Yes, I’m sure of it! We can’t let her leave. She took her mask off and scared us. | was so terrified by her face that | threw up. Now that you mention it, | did see Marcus playing cards with speople earlier. We should get that bastard and make him pay for what his wife has done.”
It was evident from the man’s cocky and rude demeanour that he had been drinking.
Did they just say they were going to get Marcus?
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMillie, who was dizzy from the alcohol, felt her eyelids flutter upon hearing that, and the need to escape that place as quickly as possible grew stronger.
However, she felt as though she had a cloud over her head and lead in her shoes.
Grace said in a hushed voice, “Millie, hold on to me. We have to get out of here.”
It was too late, though. The bodyguards stepped forward to prevent them from exiting the room.
“You can’t leave.”
The speaker of the voice kicked the drunk man lying on the sofa.
“Get up and tell Marcus to chere. His ugly wife made us sick to our stomachs.
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