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Chapter 298
Chapter 298
His detailed investigation revealed Millie’s innocence, contrary to her ill reputation.
Sadly, he lacked the heart of a saint. Whether Millie’s grandmother was alive or not didn’t stir any feelings of sympathy or remorse in him. Despite his life-saving efforts, who would extend kindness towards his beloved in this sinful world?
Simultaneously, as Millie entered the restaurant premises, a red Maserati whirled into the parking area. Rhea, the driver, removed her blue shades and bit her crimson lips hard after parking the Maserati. She couldn’t comprehend how this vixen, Millie, had managed to secure Claudia’s favor.
Despite Millie’s marital status, Claudia was enthusiastically arranging post-wedding photo shooting for Marcus and Millie. The elderly lady seemed bewitched by Millie.
Rhea despised this sensation. She wouldn't let Millie get off easily.
She retrieved her phone and dialed her closest friend.
“Join me at Skyline Restaurant. The meal is on me,” she proposed.
Shortly after the restaurant doors opened, a coworker hurried to Millie’s side.
“A guest at table 1 has specifically asked for you. Please attend to them,” her colleague directed. Millie put down the bottle she was polishing and glanced toward table 1, where Rhea was seated. It seemed that tranquility would continue to elude her today.
The moment Millie graced table 1 with her presence, Rhea’s gaze lingered over Millie’s professional attire, her lips curled in distaste.
The standard uniform of a waitress, though mundane, did an admirable job of outlining Millie’s shapely silhouette, much to Rhea’s dismay.
With a sneer that could make a saint weep, Rhea taunted, “So, Millie, what hierarchy do you subscribe to now? You're serving tables here. Is Marcus so unbothered by your plight that you're left to fend for yourself? | thought you were a university graduate. It appears you're unable to secure a position worth your salt.”
Rhea had envisioned Millie amidst high-powered suits, not catering to them.
The sight brought a thrill of satisfaction, proof positive that Marcus had forsaken Millie. How else could she be reduced to the rank of a mere server?
Rhea’s companion, Analia Molina, mirrored her sentiments, expressing a shared disdain for Millie as she sat beside her. Yet Millie remained an oasis of calm, their words like harmless gusts of wind.
In this game, Rhea was the client, and any attempt at retaliation would only fuel Rhea’s superiority complex. Wasn't it said that the customer is always right?
Rhea, noting Millie’s sealed lips and unwavering countenance, felt a surge of vexation. But there was no denying the charm of her features. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.