A Film Queen

Chapter 165 Kill Milly "Mr. Tate, your tie is quite remarkable today.

"Mr. Tate, is that a bespoke tie? It complements you perfectly." "Mr. Tate, your tie stands out magnificently today." The throng was overwhelming, and Milly found herself jostled to the periphery.

Finished Milly thought, Is this the norm for approachable CEOs now? Even actors don't vie for roles with such fervour.

As she deliberated on whether to wait for George to finish his conversation, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of her eye.

It was Milly's eyes widened in disbelief. Lifting the hem of her skirt, she hastened to follow. Yet, the person moved with a speed that outpaced her attempts, especially in her high heels. In a fleeting moment of distraction, the figure had already disappeared.

How could they be so swift? Milly bit her lip, her gaze fixed on the direction where the figure had vanished. She was so close, just a little further! As she prepared to advance once more, her wrist was firmly grasped. Turning, she saw George, his expression stern, an urgency flickering in his eyes. "Why are you running about? It's too dangerous." Milly, startled by his earnestness, quickly explained, "I thought I saw..." She saw Leon.

But something felt awry, for it did not seem to be Leon. The individual exuded an ominous aura, a palpable menace that could be sensed even without a clear view of their visage.

Yet, why did she instinctively believe it to be Leon Smith in that fleeting moment? Drawing a deep breath and quelling the tumultuous thoughts within her mind, she replied, "It's nothing. I merely sought swater. Seeing those people surrounding you, I thought I might have to wait for a while George cast her a penetrating look, as though his gaze could delve into the very depths of her soul. Ultimately, he said nothing, merely gesturing with his hand. A waiter approached with a tray, and George took a cup of warm water, offering it to her.

Milly accepted the cup, though she felt no thirst. Having spoken, she took a few sips, fulfilling the words. she had uttered.

After she finished the water, George remarked, “This banquet is far from ordinary. You must stay close toand not stray." Milly furrowed her brow, puzzled by his cryptic statement. "What do you mean it's not an ordinary banquet?" 1/3 Chapter 165 Kill Milly.

Finished George reached out, taking the empty cup from her hand and placing it on a nearby shelf. "As the nsuggests, this gathering may seem like a simple dinner, but in truth, it will feature a clandestine auction for a very potent 'weapon." "However," he added, “you needn't worry. As long as you remain by my side, no harm shall befall you." George's words were frank and sincere, providing Milly with the transparency she deserved.

When he first contemplated Milly's safety, he had also considered taking command of the experimental subject, training it, and then bestowing it upon Milly as a formidable guardian. Since he had resolved that Milly was the one with whom he wished to share his life, his foremost concern becher protection.

The Shadow Palace and the Ghost Sect were mortal foes, and should they uncover Milly's existence, they would perceive her as his Achilles' heel, likely acting with reckless abandon. Though he believed himself capable of safeguarding her, the thought of unforeseen threats lingered in his mind.

Moreover, the Tates, outwardly serene, concealed their true nature; their composure stemmed from a deep- seated fear of his methods. If they learned of Milly's presence, they would undoubtedly descend upon her like ravenous wolves upon unsuspecting prey. Numerous other potential dangers lurked in the shadows, unknown and unfathomable, all poised to imperil Milly's safety. He would not permit such risks to manifest.

The unexpected arrival of this experimental subject fortuitously offered a solution to his pressing dilemma. Should he succeed in recruiting and persuading the subject to protect Milly, no force, regardless of its might, could threaten her. Yet, this particular subject was devoid of desires, thoughts, and emotions. Raised in a sterile environment, his experiences were limited to cold machinery and chemical apparatus. He remained, at his core, untamed and resistant to authority.

Thus, the most effective strategy to transform him into a protective force was to thim personally. This was why he had brought Milly to the banquet-she was destined to wield him as a shield, to thim and harness his capabilities for her own protection.

Milly furrowed her brow, for it was the first tshe had seen George adopt such a grave defneanour. But what was he speaking of? "Weapons?" Milly whispered urgently, "Firearms possession and trade are illegal under Halturian laws. The minimum sentence is three years in prison. Do you wish to end up incarcerated?" She cast wary glances around, apprehensive that their conversation might be overheard. There was a look. of incredulity in her eyes, as if on the verge of producing a copy of the Criminal Law to clarify the matter.

George, with a playful glint in his eye, tapped her lightly on the head, dispelling the tension that had gripped them. He smiled and reassured her, "What are you imagining? It's not that sort of weapon. You'll understand in due course." Milly still found his words difficult to accept. "Truly?" "Indeed. Even if you harbour doubts about me, can you question this assembly of distinguished business leaders?"

Milly considered his reasoning and found it sound. The attendees were all prominent figures in the country. Even if they were audacious, they would not risk engaging in criminal activities so publicly. With this realisation, a sense of relief washed over her. Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the grand hall, stood a tall, handsman clad in a sleek black suit /3 94% Chapter 165 Kill Milly Finished Engaged in conversation with several executives, his demeanour remained distant, his gaze cold and unfocused.

His eyes, deep and inscrutable, resembled an abyss that emanated an unsettling chill.

A sudden chinterrupted the murmured discussions. With a faint smile, he displayed a hint of apology, "Pardon me, I must take this call." The executives quickly acknowledged his necessity, "Mr. Lloyd, you lead a demanding life. Please, attend to your call."

Hansel nodded, excusing himself to a more secluded alcove before answering. As he glanced at them caller ID, a furrow formed on his brow. He sighed softly, "Hello, Hannah, what seems to be the trouble?" A breathless voice replied, "Hansel. I need your help. Someone is trying to steal my partner."

Hansel pinched the bridge of his nose, a sense of helplessness washing over him. "Hannah, you are a public figure now, and a young woman at that. Extrmeasures are out of the question, especially given your status as a member of the Lloyd family. We cannot afford to be entangled in such external affairs."