Favo Novel
Chapter 1161
Millie’s gaze retreated, a subtle shyness veiling her eyes.
Marcus, his hand a comforting presence upon her shoulder, settled gracefully into the plush sofa, releasing a sigh akin to a whispering breeze.
“Honey, tell me the secret to painting joy upon your heart’s canvas.”
As tears welled within the woman’s eyes, even Marcus, accustomed to his dominion within the corporate realm, was overtaken by the flood of emotions.
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Millie, sensing the tide of her sorrow had reached its zenith, halted the cascade, a resolute nod dispelling her tears like morning mist.
Her fingers, akin to petals wiping away dewdrops, brushed against her cheeks in a gesture of renewal.
“Honey, I stand restored. Let us journey to the grand stage.”
Confronted with Millie’s abrupt transformation, Marcus stood bewildered, an enigma unraveling before him. Bereft of her former sorrow, she now stood unburdened, an enigmatic metamorphosis.
“Indeed?” Marcus reached out, fingers gentle yet concerned, an anchor seeking solace.
Millie inhaled, a delicate echo of a snuffed sob.
“I am resolved. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.
The company’s honor eclipses personal affronts.”
A kiss, bestowed upon her brow, delivered Marcus’ gratitude.
“For this, I am indebted. Post-event, my atonement shall know no bounds.”
Millie’s form floated ahead, a sprite of anticipation, her laughter a secret dance upon her Lips. Eagerly, she anticipated the revelation of Marcus’ visage when her masterpiece adorned the event.
In the precincts of Thomas Group’s edifice, a snow-hued automobile stood sentinel. Nested within its confines, Nancy, adorned in a gown of intricate delicacy and crowned by a coiffure of elegance, masked her apprehension beneath an unyielding veneer.
Her gaze remained steadfastly fixed upon the venue’s entrance, as she awaited Millie’s arrival.
A multitude of individuals streamed through the entrance, alleviating her concern as Millie’s absence persisted.
Her grip upon the gown’s hem, white-knuckled, spoke of a desperate wish for Millie’s death, her worries extinguished only by Millie’s absence.
A glance at his wristwatch prompted Humphrey to propose, “Shall we proceed indoors? The festivities are nigh.”
Presidential stature notwithstanding, Marcus’ figure remained conspicuously absent. Evidently, Millie’s path had taken an uncharted course, and Marcus doubtlessly embarked on a pursuit.
Nancy’s ascent, a subtle agreement in gesture, summoned a tentative “Yes.”
The venue, a palace of grandeur, unfurled its majesty, even the foreign-woven scarlet carpet underfoot proclaiming the prosperity of Thomas Group.
The instant Nancy approached the venue’s threshold, an extravagant car glided to a halt, its door unfurling to reveal a pair of gleaming silver high heels gracing the ground.