Classic Novel
Chapter 283
Chapter 283
“No, that’s not it. I’m merely wondering why Miss Rayne would take her own life.”Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.
“You better ensure that’s the case. If you ever dare to betray me, there won't be a safe corner in the world for you.” Marcus warned her as he turned back to his seat.
Once again, she was on the receiving end of his threats. Clenching the piece of codfish tightly, Millie simmered with resentment.
After the last of the customers had left, Millie went through the usual post-work routine. The cleaning was wrapped up, her work uniform was swapped out, and she stretched out her tired arms.
While she had been in the private room, Fanny had been busy tarnishing her reputation with the staff. As the cleaning began, they worked at a snail's pace, whispering among themselves and pointing accusatory fingers at Millie. It was a deliberate ploy to leave her shouldering the bulk of the workload.
Once Millie had recognized their game, she chose silence over confrontation, opting to work even harder. Her resolve was firm: she’d wrap up early, regardless of their dawdling, and head home.
Approaching the restaurant's entrance, a familiar figure caught her eye—Patrick.
He seemed to sense her too. He turned on his heel, greeting her with a warm smile.
“Finished with work?” he asked.
Caught off guard, Millie replied, “Why are you still here?”
Patrick had settled his bill and left at least an hour ago, so his lingering presence puzzled her. Dodging her question, Patrick proposed, “Can | offer you a lift home? Where are you staying?” With that, he fished out a car key from his pocket and aimed it at a gleaming white BMW nearby.
The sight of the sleek car left Millie a bit stunned. Patrick, who seemed barely older than her, was already the owner of a BMW. It spoke volumes about his ambition and success. It was clear evidence that he was a man of accomplishment.
It seemed he had been waiting for her all this while. Confronted with Patrick’s hopeful look, Millie gently declined his offer.
“Thanks, but I'll grab a cab home instead.”
Patrick pursed his lips and hesitated before softly advising, “Please be safe on your way home.”
He didn’t insist on his suggestion and promptly drove off. As he left, he stole one last affectionate glance at Millie, seemingly reluctant to part ways.
Watching Patrick disappear, Millie breathed a sigh of relief. She silently acknowledged his chivalrous behavior but was glad he hadn't been insistent. As kind as he was, he didn’t need to invest time in her.
Just as she was about to hail a taxi, her eyes caught a group of tall figures a short distance away. She swiveled her gaze and recognized Marcus and his friends.
Marcus was lounging against his car, legs crossed casually. Dressed in a crisp white shirt and black trousers, he was a picture of casual elegance, his handsome face exuding a captivating allure.
Mylo and Delmor stood by his side, deep in conversation, encircled by a collection of luxury cars. The blend of high-end vehicles and strikingly handsome men was a sight that could easily cause a commotion.