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Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

Chapter 429
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Chapter 429

Chapter: 429 With an apologetic expression on her face, she said, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Barton. | didn’t mean to hide it from you.” Mrs. Barton's eyes widened, and she gasped, reflexively covering her mouth. “Oh, my God! You're really his wife!”

Not only was Millie skilled at photography and jewelry design, but she was also a wealthy man’s wife. She was truly one-of-a- kind.

“You're so humble. You didn’t tellwho you were, so | thought you were just an ordinary girl. Mr. Thomas, you have excellent taste. She’s beautiful and talented.

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You two suit each other,” Mrs. Barton gushed. Her words quickly made Millie blush.

The woman then asked, “You're obviously skilled at designing jewelry, so why is Nancy the Thomas Group’s chief designer instead of you?”

Why didn’t Marcus promote his talented wife to bechis company’s chief designer? It confused Mrs. Barton.

Derek stole a glance at Marcus, who was frowning. It was difficult to respond to Mrs. Barton's inquiry concerning Millie’s talent in jewelry design because no one was aware of it before.

While Millie was wondering how to answer Mrs. Barton's question, Simon chose this moment to butt into their conversation. “Mrs. Barton, we need to get going now. We might miss our flight if we don’t.”

Simon wanted to hear the answer to Mrs. Barton’s question as well, but they could not waste any more tthere.

“T'll tell you the next tyou cto Preagend,” Millie finally said.

As the Mercedes-Benz pulled away from the Snow Hotel, she waved farewell to Mrs. Barton.

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As she lowered her hand, she felt a sense of finality. Mrs. Barton was gone, and Marcus got the deal he wanted.

Nancy, standing on the balcony with a snowball in her hand, took in the harmonious scene at the entrance of the hotel. The sight of it repulsed her.

She wished Millie would quietly disappear like snow.

Millie and Dustin turned around when they both felt eyes on them.

Marcus was staring at them intently as if he were interrogating a criminal.

“Mr. Thomas, we just visited stourist spots nearby, but please don’t misunderstand. Millie and | are just friends,” Dustin explained.

He was certain that Mr. Thomas was glaring at him because he considered him a love rival.

“Why are you explaining to him?” Millie asked, completely unaware of what was going through Marcus’ mind.