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Millie collected her materials and moved past Nancy.
“Millie, just who are you?” Nancy's gaze bore into Millie's retreating figure, the
intensity palpable.
In terms of age, Millie fell short of Nancy's standing, and in terms of industry
influence, Nancy's name reverberated throughout the realm of jewelry design.
How could Millie outshine her? Nancy's mind raced, the puzzle of Millie's
ascendancy eluding her grasp.
“Nancy, instead of fixating on deciphering my identity, invest that energy into
crafting exceptional designs.”
Nancy's insatiable curiosity gnawed at her, yet Millie remained resolute in her
determination to withhold her true identity. Letting Nancy languish in the throes of
uncertainty seemed a fitting recompense.
Annoyance welled within Nancy as Millie prolonged the mystery, an exasperation
underscored by her sharp words.
“Millie, is your intent to test my patience?”
Nancy's familiar menacing undertone hung in the air, prompting Millie to pivot
and arch a quizzical brow.
“Indeed, not only am I keen on stretching your patience, but I also relish the
prospect of witnessing you grapple with a plight of misery.”
What?! Millie's brazenness escalated the situation.
“Should you drive me to extremities, there’s little I'd refrain from doing. Pray that
you don't come to rue your decisions,” Nancy hissed venomousLy.
A faint shadow passed over Millie's eyes. Nancy's verbal bravado, a futile attempt
to assert dominance, swiftly segued into a veiled threat.
However, Millie recognized the need for heightened caution moving forward,
acknowledging Nancy's capacity for extreme actions.
Upon her return home via taxi, Millie placated her growling stomach by
embarking on a culinary endeavor within her kitchen.
Alavish dinner emerged, meticulously presented on the table. A cursory glance
at the time reinforced the anticipation of Marcus’ return, customary eventuality
imminent at this hour.
With her phone in hand, Millie settled onto the sofa, intent on dialing Marcus’
number. But just then, a message from Grace arrived.
“Millie, have you eaten?”
Millie's fingers danced across her phone's screen in response.
“Not yet.”
“At this hour, you must be famished.”
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