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Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

Chapter 280
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Chapter 280

Millie spoke, puzzled. “I didn’t detect any peculiar aroma. It’s sweet.”

While Millie stood there, still unsure of the situation, the others, having caught on, wore mischievous grins. Bruce gave Marcus a thumbs-up and said, “Bro, you're clever. You successfully tricked her.”

She had been tricked! Millie trembled. Marcus had lied to her. The drink tasted normal to them, didn’t it? Millie, still uncertain, asked, “There was no peculiar aroma when you tasted it, correct?”

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Bruce shook his head, amused that Millie was still oblivious to Marcus’ cunning.

“You're so naive. Marcus drank the sconcoction,” Mylo said, grinning.

Delmor chimed in with his own smirk, “I too noticed that you and Marcus had drunk from the sspot.”

Tears began to pool in Millie’s eyes, her thoughts spiraling into chaos. She cast her gaze down to the emptied glass; no matter how naive she was, she understood what their laughter was about.

Anger and embarrassment flooded Millie, her grip on the glass becoming dangerously tight and her cheeks flushing. Feeling cornered, Millie tried to flee, only to have her wrist captured by a firm grip, pulling her down into a seat.

“sit. Eat.”

As Millie tumed her gaze, she was met with Marcus’ stern expression and intense gaze. His grip on her was unyielding. Frustrated, Millie exclaimed, “I am still on duty. | can’t dine now. Release me. You're interfering with my work.”

Despite her efforts to break free, she remained captive.

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It was just at that moment that the restaurant manager appeared at the entrance, strolling in with a grin plastered on his face.

Millie wished she could disappear under the table. She was now caught inappropriately mingling with the customers. Asense of unease washed over her.

“Enjoy your meal, Mr. Thomas.”

Marcus’ eyes shifted towards the manager, his hand still clasping Millie’s. “She’s overseeing this area tonight.”

The manager glanced at Millie, who was visibly flustered and evasive, nodded respectfully, and promptly departed.

“All right. | need to get back to work.”