Favo Novel
Chapter 1157
On this occasion, Marcus chose to remain silent, his response was withheld. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.
Humphrey, having crossed the threshold of a bar, entered a private enclave.
On a black leather settee sat Ryan, while on the tea table rested an invitation of regal hue-a blend of purple and gold.
“Who might this be?”
With Humphrey’s arrival, the invitation card found its way into his hands, its contents promptly unveiled. At the sight of the name therein, his visage underwent a marked transformation.
“The Thomas Group extends an invitation for your presence at their forthcoming jewelry release conference. This overture is undeniably laden with provocation.”
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The invitation card was returned to its resting place as Humphrey opined, “It seems that Marcus has perceived your return to Preagend.”
After the press conference unveiling Swan Kiss, the Thomas Group expedited an expansive showcase of their novel offerings, an overt demonstration of Marcus’ resolve to exert pressure upon them.
“How fares the legal battle against the Thomas Group?”
Humphrey settled upon another sofa, his expression bearing a shade of guilt. He fervently wished for Millie to have embraced a watery demise, her continued existence posed a looming quandary.
“What transpired?” Ryan’s gaze fixed intently upon Humphrey, a razor-sharp scrutiny that pierced through pretenses.
“In truth, we are well prepared. The previous litigation against the Thomas Group yielded them no gains.”
The weight of Ryan’s presence cast a palpable strain on Humphrey. He aspired to execute his duties with utmost proficiency, eschewing any notion of incurring Ryan’s disdain. He silently hoped for Millie’s demise in the river. It was unrealistic for her to sprout wings and alight upon a wall’s apex.
“Stay vigilant in this litigation. Victory is non-negotiable.
Moreover, you shall represent me at the Thomas Group’s press conference tomorrow.”
On their way home, en route to their destination, Millie and Marcus passed by the Royal Hotel. Millie’s suggestion to halt the car stemmed from her intent to pay a courtesy visit to a friend residing therein. She desired to convey greetings.
“I shall accompany you.”
Millie, however, demurred.
“It is unnecessary. I anticipate returning within a mere ten minutes.”
As Marcus searched for a suitable parking space, Millie hastened into the hotel. Observing her brisk entry, Marcus’ brow furrowed in fleeting concern.
Millie, guided by her phone, homed in on the designated room.
Flanking the entrance were two sentinels, their vigilant postures unmistakable.
The guards interposed, “Whom do you seek?”
“Good day. I seek the occupant of this room. I go by the name Millie.”