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“Really now? Reluctant to honor your debt? It’s been only a matter of minutes, not the full ten yet.”

Millie cast her gaze downward, intent on her task of banana peeling.

Lifting her eyes to meet his once more, she articulated her vexation.

“You insinuated that I wouldn’t manage to repay it in this lifetime.

So why squander my time?”

Observing her vigorous bite into the banana, cheeks awash with color, Marcus couldn’t help but touch his temple.

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“Dearest, may I partake in a bite of the banana? Hunger gnaws at me.”

“You’re quite capable of peeling one yourself. Those hands aren’t ornamental, are they?”

Millie’s disposition was far from placid. Yet, as soon as her retort was voiced, Marcus summoned her hand, utilizing it to secure a hearty bite of the tender fruit. With a subtle reminder, he urged her.

“Continue consuming. Sustenance shall bestow on you the vigor to continue tending to me.”

Beyond the periphery of the Thomas Group’s precincts, within Humphrey’s vehicle, Nancy’s eyes were inflamed with fiery ire. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Agitatedly, she seized her mobile phone, hurling it onto the console.

The display fractured upon impact.

“Compose yourself. Let not anger consume you.”

Humphrey seized her hand, a balm of reassurance.

Involuntarily, Nancy’s tirade found Humphrey’s ear, imbued with incendiary frustration.

“How am I to regain composure? Merely crossing the threshold of the Thomas Group incites a battalion of eyes to affix upon me. Millie has once again emerged triumphant, relishing the covert affront she’s unleashed today. Deceptively shrewd, that woman.”

An inkling of Millie’s design prowess had flitted through her consciousness before, but her disdain colored her perceptions, assuring her that Millie paled in comparison.

The ignominious defeat sustained today dealt a devastating blow to her morale.

To compound her chagrin, her tenure within the Thomas Group would terminate, leaving her bereft of her mantle as Chief Designer. Such ignominy !

Humphrey’s gaze clouded, uncertain how to soothe Nancy’s distress.

Deep within, he too was beset by disquiet.

Abruptly, his phone clamored for attention. Casting an eye to the caller ID, a ripple of unease coursed through him as he answered.

“Ryan.”