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Chapter 257
Chapter 257
I'll take them with my prince charming, anyway,” Millie declared, holding her ground and meeting his gaze fearlessly.
Marcus’ inky eyes narrowed. He remained expressionless, but his aura took on an icier air. She still believed in prince charming? What was she, a child?
She was his, and no one else was allowed to have her.
As Marcus’ menacing stare penetrated her, Millie sank her fingernails into her palm.
Even though it was daytime, she felt as though she were confronting a messenger from hell. “That’s enough chit-chat. Get back to work.” Marcus averted his gaze and tumed around to leave.
Bruce scratched his head and sighed. “Grandma is really smart. She already knew what your response would be before she sent me here. Fine. I'll stop trying to convince you; I'll let Grandma do that. You have to accept this, though. This is expensive.”
Bruce quickly closed the distance between them and shoved the bag into Marcus’ arms. However, Marcus pushed it back to his chest. As soon as he let go of it, the bag fell to the ground. “You need it more than | do,” Marcus stated mockingly.
“You are so ungrateful!” Bruce grumbled.
Millie’s face tumed a bright shade of scarlet. Finally losing her patience, she stomped her foot before kicking the fallen bag with all her strength. As luck would have it, it went flying straight into the lotus pond.
She glared at the two morons, wondering why they could not have their embarrassing conversation somewhere else.
Both men stared at her in disbelief. Blushing, Millie ducked her head and snipped hard at a green Rohdea japonica with her gardening scissors.
Then, Bruce burst into laughter and tapped Marcus on the shoulder. “Wait until the fish eat them, then eat the fish. That way, you'll absorb the deer antler velvet's beneficial nutrients.”
Marcus cast a cold look at Bruce, silently asking the other man if he wanted to be beaten up.
Bruce immediately withdrew his hand and schooled his expression.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.
Suddenly, Marcus looked at Millie with a frown on his face and ordered, “Go and meet Grandma. Tell her we're not going to do the photoshoot. Come up with a reason why we can't.”
Millie looked at him with a raised brow. The man was actually forcing her to deal with the situation as if it were her obligation. Unbelievable.
“Why do | have to do that? Why don’t you do it yourself?” Millie demanded. “Because I’m busy. | don’t have time for such a trivial thing,” Marcus replied.
“I'm busy too...”