Chapter 455
The senior executives, not to be outdone, continued their friendly banter and complaints. Engrossed in the display, Millie barely noticed when one of the senior leaders raised his voice. “Let's target Mrs. Thomas. She’s with them, and she can’t run as fast,” he called out mischievously. What?
Millie’s eyes opened wide, a feeling of bewilderment washing over her. She wasn’t even part of the Thomas Group. Why lump. her in with Marcus and Derek?
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe senior executives, seizing the moment, shifted their focus and began to close in on Millie. Alarge snowball sailed through the air toward her, gaining speed. “Mrs. Thomas, prepare for this one!”
Millie’s eyes widened as a flurry of snowballs hurtled toward her. She realized that if she were to be struck, she might find herself buried beneath a mountain of snow.
Marcus’ brow furrowed, and he prepared to call a halt to the game. But Millie, quick as arabbit, darted toward him, seeking refuge behind his tall frand clasping his waist tightly.
“Help me,” she pleaded, her voice a mix of playfulness and panic. Feeling her hands around his waist, Marcus stood frozen for a brief moment, surprised by her sudden embrace. The senior executives, seizing their chance, hurled a fresh barrage of snowballs at him.
Marcus twisted to look back, his eyebrows arching in surprise, but his face showing no anger. He realized that she had instinctively sought protection behind him in a moment of perceived danger.
Did this mean she saw him as her support, her protector?
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAstrange sensation stirred in Marcus’ chest, and his heart skipped a beat. He wrapped his arms securely around her waist and spoke with an amused yet tender tone.
“Hide well, and watch how | take care of them.”
Marcus and Derek collaborated in a concerted effort to decisively confront the senior executives of the Thomas Group, demonstrating their determination while ensuring Millie's safety remained untouched.
Millie found herself immersed in the most intense snow skirmish she had ever witnessed, the battleground of snowflakes captivating her senses.
By the tlunchtarrived, everyone was utterly fatigued, the weariness evident ‘on every countenance.
As the sun reached its zenith, they gathered for a meal within the hotel’s confines, subsequently shouldering their luggage in preparation for their return journey.
Following the morning’s exertions, perspiration adorned Millie’s brow, leading her to retreat to her chamber for a rejuvenating shower. Now, ensconced within the car’s cocoon, she relished a renewed vitality.