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Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

Chapter 718
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Stalking her? Millie stood up, a chill enveloping her like a shroud.

“Let’s go take a look.” Marcus also stood up.

They ventured into a bamboo thicket.

To prevent any disturbances, Derek had bound the stalkers in a secluded part of the woods where passersby seldom trod.

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The two stalkers were tightly bound, their faces swollen. Tape was used to stifle their voices, preventing any outcry.

Yet Millie immediately recognized them. One was Giovanni, and the other… The traumatic memory of that night surged back into Millie’s mind. Her lips trembled.

The other was the individual who had attempted to assault her that fateful night.

Upon spotting Millie, and with the imposing figure of the tall man by her side, the two stalkers found themselves in a living nightmare.

“What’s happening?” Millie’s complexion had drained of color. Marcus’ concern for her was palpable.

Then he directed his gaze downward towards the two stalkers, his eyes chilling with every passing moment.

“They have connections to Leon’s new girlfriend, Fiona.”

Under the unrelenting pressure exerted by Derek, the two could not endure and divulged their identities.

Marcus was perplexed as to why Fiona would target Millie with such animosity. Yet anyone who provoked Millie was effectively toying with their own fate.

Millie’s voice was laced with frost.

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“How should we handle them?”

Derek and Marcus exchanged a glance. Derek tactfully shifted the decision-making responsibility to Millie.

“Mrs. Thomas, would you liketo incapacitate their hands or feet?”

“Waah… Waah…”

The two immediately looked at Millie, pleading for mercy. If not for the restraints, they might have prostrated themselves before her.

“[ never want to lay eyes on them again.” Millie’s voice was as chilling as the moonlit night.

“spare…please.”

“Please spare us.”