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“This time, she aimed a gun at me. If it had been anyone else, she might not have escaped unscathed!”

Millie’s actions had taken Bruce by surprise. Guns were typically reserved for dire situations and not casually handled.

“Where are you? Give me the address. Now!” Marcus exclaimed.

“She should be back at the company by now. In the future, make sure to keep these things well-hidden and away from her,” Bruce answered.

After ending the call, Marcus fell into deep thought. How had Millie discovered the M92 he had stashed at home, and why had she pointed it at Bruce? Her courage was truly remarkable.

If the gun had accidentally discharged and harmed her, he would have been plagued with regret.

“Mr. Thomas, is something the matter?” Trenton inquired, noticing that Marcus was distracted.

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Millie clutched her handbag tightly as she made her way back to the design department. Just as she entered, she ran into Trenton.

“Mr. Thomas would Like to see you.”

“Okay.”

Millie placed her bag in the drawer, intending to lock it and discreetly return the gun to its original location when she got home in the evening. However, the lock suddenly malfunctioned. Anxious about leaving her bag unattended at her office desk, she decided to bring it along when meeting Marcus.

Millie entered the CEO’s office to find Marcus had set aside his work and was staring at her.

“Where did you just go?” he asked.

His gaze was piercing and intense, as if she was being interrogated.

Instinctively, she concealed her bag behind her and cast nervous glances around the room.

“I went out to grab Lunch.”

Though she knew she had just lied to him, she couldn’t fathom how daring and reckless her recent actions had become.

Marcus couldn’t help but notice Millie’s attempt to hide her bag behind her.

“Thomas Group has a cafeteria. Are the meals there not to your liking?” Marcus asked as he unbuttoned one button from his collar, slowly approaching Millie step by step.

“I suddenly had a craving for the steamed egg with crab roe from the restaurant across the street, so I decided to go out for lunch. Do you have something you’d like to discuss with me? If not, I’m heading back to the design department. I have a lot of work waiting,”

Millie explained, taking a couple of steps back.

Marcus’ gaze remained fixed on her handbag.

“Hold on, what’s inside your bag? You seem rather nervous,” he remarked.