Favo Novel
Chapter 225
Chapter 225
She'd be better suited scrubbing toilets in my company.” Bjorn’s mutter left Millie at a loss for words. His continuous belittling did not escape Millie’s notice.
Millie found herself questioning her unusually pleasant mood today. She positioned herself to the side, allowing her eyes to roam freely, completely disregarding the utterances of the inked man. She regarded him with scorn and dismissed him entirely.
“Mr. Kelly, your sense of humor is as twisted as a labyrinth. No matter her shortcomings, she is human. Equating her to a pig is unjust,” Leon interrupted abruptly.
Millie’s brows knitted together in confusion, unable to comprehend Leon’s intervention. She had decided to weather the storm; why was Leon fanning the flames?© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.
Bjorn, however, was unfazed by Leon's interjection, a smug grin stretching across his face. “If she’s not a pig, then what is she? | reckon she falls short even in comparison to a pig.”
Bjorn’s unchecked arrogance and escalating laughter spurred Millie’s temper, her delicate fingers curling into fists at her sides. It was clear she was nearing her threshold.
Glancing at Millie, Bjorn let his arrogance surge forth. “By the way, what's your name? Your service leaves much to be desired. The manager will hear of this.”
Acomplaint? Millie felt a cold dread clutching at her. If Grace’s job were to be affected, she would throw caution to the wind and face the consequences head-on.
She would later offer monetary compensation to the manager, hoping to save Grace’s employment. After all, who could resist the allure of extra money?
“Your name?” Bjorn reiterated, his impatience tangible.
“Refer to me as ‘Father’,” Millie retorted, seizing the coffee cup before Bjorn and splashing its contents across his smug countenance.
As droplets of water dripped down Bjom’s chin, his dumbstruck expression was a sight to behold.
But Millie wasn’t finished.
“So, you wish to lodge a complaint against me? Proceed. It won’t make me bat an eyelid.”
With a final pointed look at Bjorn, Millie strode towards the exit, a fierce determination in her step. Before crossing the threshold, she turned back one final time.
“If | were to be likened to a pig, then you, sir, would be a conceited piglet, sans a mother’s care.”
Good people often bear the brunt of mistreatment, Millie mused. The more she bore, the more she was bulldozed. Holding her head high, she pushed the door open and exited, leaving behind the unbearable presence of Bjorn.
Derek sneaked a glance at Marcus, who wore a smug grin on his face, and a chuckle escaped his lips. Observing this spectacle, he felt a surge of satisfaction.
“Hasten and fetch that woman back here. Today, | will ensure her demise!” Bjorn booted his stunned lackey beside him, berating loudly.