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Chapter 102
Taken aback by his open display of annoyance toward her, Rhea let out a gasp and bit her bottom lip.
She whirled around and saw Millie staring at her and Marcus with narrowed eyes.
Even though she might get in trouble for picking on her, the other woman acted completely unfazed, which baffled Rhea. Clearly disappointed with Millie’s actions, Marcus sent a cold look in her direction.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe woman must have been so anxious that she exacted revenge right away.
Rhea was so shocked by the meeting of Marcus’s and Millie’s eyes that she failed to detect the disapproval in the man’s gaze. She thought her eyes were playing tricks on her when she saw the two people communicating with their gazes.
“Is that how you look at the men you want to seduce? You're such a bitch!”
Suddenly, Rhea’s patience worn thin. She cried out in anger and charged at Millie.
“Take Miss Evans to the room so that she can change and calm down.”
Rhea stopped in her tracks upon hearing Marcus's cold voice.
She turned to look at him, her countenance etched with resentment.
“Marcus.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMarcus pulled out a white handkerchief, wiped the frosting off his cuff, and walked away with a grimace on his face.
They were at a party, not in splace for a catfight between women.
Still in a state of shock, Rhea walked out of the banquet hall with heavy steps.
Millie watched the two walk away, feeling a bit surprised. Her face under the mask itched a little, so she raised a hand to scratch it.
Before she went to the venue, she hired and paid a makeup artist to put an unsightly scar on her face in case her mask coff.
The makeup artist assured Millie that the scar he had drawn on her face was completely waterproof, would never harm her skin, and could only be erased with the special makeup remover he had formulated himself.
However, now that the makeup was starting to itch, Millie was beginning to doubt his words. With a frustrated sigh, she made her way to the ladies’ room.
There was no one in the restroom when she arrived. After removing the mask,