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League 426
League 426
Millie casually scrolled through the tweets. Twitter users were passionately discussing, with over 200,000 likes and tens of thousands of comments. Everyone was enjoying the discussion. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.
While Millie was enjoying herself, a new notification popped out. The news shattered the hopes of those who believed Winston and Millie would make amends.
“Despite Busy Schedule, Winston Sends Flowers to Joanna; Their Warm Embrace Signals a New Chapter In Life.”
As Millie scrolled through the comments, she noticed that some were showering blessings and others were hurling insults.
User A criticized, “He immediately hugged his mistress passionately right after his divorce. How disgusting!”
User B inquired, “Is this mistress better than Millie? Mr. Greer, are you blind?”
User C stated, “Winston and Joanna are a great couple. They’ve been together since university. Millie was the one who intruded into their relationship. Why are you all criticizing?”
User A replied to User C, “How did you know?”
User C explained, “Having studied at the same university as them, I can confirm that Joanna was the first to get together with Winston. Also, as an insider, I’ll disclose another story.
“Winston didn’t want to marry at first. But Millie caused a scene, ultimately pressuring the Greer family to accept her. Winston had no choice but to marry her. So, the divorce is because of Millie.”
This comment sparked heated discussion among netizens, with some people agreeing and others blindly conforming.
Millie couldn’t resist clicking on the person’s profile. It was a male profile, and his location was in Yerwick too. Perhaps he was truly their university classmate.
He knew a lot, and what he said in the comment was indeed true. Winston didn’t want to marry her, so she caused a scene and made the Greers accept her.
Winston had told her clearly before that he didn’t love her and couldn’t marry her. However, she insisted on marrying him because she thought he also had some feelings for her. He didn’t dislike her before until the kidnapping case changed everything for both of them.
Millie switched off her phone and laid on the bed, gazing at the swaying chandelier above her. As she watched, she gradually drifted off to sleep.
The October night was truly chilly in Yerwick, with the harbor breeze sending shivers down people’s spines. A black Maybach stopped, and Winston elegantly stepped out.
Eli called out softly, “Mr. Greer.”
Winston wore a black suit and coat and stood at about five feet eleven inches tall. He had a strong and intimidating presence that made the atmosphere in the harbor even colder.
Two cargo ships were docked nearby, and each side was crowded with men dressed in black. Behind them, a man sat on a pillar, smoking a cigarette.
“Mr. Greer is here, Mr. Sullivan,” a subordinate reminded Kennedy.
Kennedy looked up and saw Winston walking toward him in a trench coat. His presence had always been powerful since the day Kennedy met him.
He remained seated as Winston approached him. The bright light illuminated both of them. Winston stared at Kennedy coldly and asked in a menacing tone, “How dare you confiscate my cargo?”
Kennedy nonchalantly smiled. “Didn’t you also confiscate my cargo?”