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“Return to the office immediately.”

After the call ended, Humphrey clenched his teeth. Ryan must have learned about the case’s loss and intended to discuss it with him.

As Humphrey entered Ryan’s office and faced his stern gaze, he felt a twinge of guilt.

“You assured me that we would win the case.”

Humphrey’s head drooped as a sense of remorse gripped him.

“Ryan, I apologize. There was an unexpected turn yesterday. Millie obtained evidence from Nancy and… We trailed her to a riverbank. We believed she’d plunged into the river, but it seems she managed to escape. Last night, I genuinely believed she’d jumped into the river, and to spare you worry, I chose not to inform you. Looking back now, it’s evident she scaled the wall and fled.”

Ryan pinched the bridge of his nose, and his brow furrowed.

He had probably placed too much trust in Humphrey. He’d sensed something was off with him last night, but Humphrey hadn’t mentioned any of this.

They had been grossly negligent.

Ryan’s irritation didn’t abate. When he glimpsed Humphrey bowing his head, offering apologies tinged with guilt, Ryan’s ire endured.

“Leave.”

Though the company had once been relatively small in scale, it had boasted a sterling reputation. Presently, however, they were perceived as thieves who had plundered another’s work, inflicting

grievous harm upon the company’s standing.

“I apologize.”

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Ryan’s frustration didn’t diminish, and Humphrey dared not linger.

Departing with a faint whisper of remorse, he quietly exited. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Ryan’s vexation remained unabated. He retrieved his phone and dialed a number, “Let’s meet for a drink.”

It appeared that Millie’s expertise extended beyond design-it encompassed eluding capture as well. Humphrey’s best efforts notwithstanding, she had still managed to escape.

No wonder she had captured Marcus’s heart.

In the evening, within Cloud Villa, Millie, post-dinner, reclined upon the living room sofa, engrossed in a television program.

Marcus’s summons prompted her ascent.

“Time for bed.”

Millie rubbed her eyes, pivoting in the direction of the staircase.

Switching off the television, she commenced her ascent.

Upon entering their bedroom, Millie discovered Marcus had yet to freshen up. She yawned and occupied the bed.