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Chapter 142
Chapter 142
Chapter: 142 The pursuers surged forward, hot on the trail of Millie.
Trapped within the damp stairwell, Marcus felt a bead of perspiration trickle down his forehead, its warmth a testament to his mounting anxiety. His fingers dug into the wall, leaving behind traces of red blood.
Millie, may you remain unharmed and return to me safely. Marcus implored silently within his heart.
Millie escaped to the restaurant’s backyard, hoping to take refuge there from the impending danger. However, the backyard might be spacious, but there was nowhere for her to hide.
Upon realizing that her only way out was through the iron gate, she balled up her fists and approached it. Her heart was racing as she did so.
“You think you can escape, huh? Dream on. Go and catch him!” the voice from behind Millie barked.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.
Millie reached out and grasped a gate bar so that she could climb over to the other side, but before she could reach the top, a powerful force yanked her back down.
“Damn it! You're so stubborn. You took the medicine, and then you ran away. How amazing of you, Marcus.”
Millie was dragged to the ground, where she squatted with her arms over her head to shield her face. She had to buy Marcus more time.
“This person is so weak! It’s not Marcus. Wait, is this a woman?” someone muttered with uncertainty.
“A woman?” another person questioned in confusion.
A pair of burly hands lifted Millie by the jaw forcibly. Her cap was ripped from her head, revealing her entire face. She winced in discomfort, and her face grew pale.
“Fuck! This isn’t Marcus! We've been deceived.”
“Our order is to capture Marcus. What will we tell our boss if we return without him?” The speaker’s anxiety rose at the thought that Marcus had completely escaped them.
“This woman definitely knows where Marcus is hiding. We just have to force his whereabouts out of her mouth,” the man suggested. He gave Millie a thorough once-over, and when he realized that she was wearing Marcus’ suit and shoes, his grasp on her jaw tightened.
“Marcus? Who is Marcus? | don’t know him. You got the wrong person.” Millie shivered in fear as she feigned ignorance.
“You don’t know Marcus? That's bullshit. You’re wearing his clothes. You bitch, tell me where that man is hiding.”
In his rage, the man pressed Millie’s face against the rough wall.
Millie was sure that was going to leave scratches on her face. “I really don’t know who that person is. | scavenged the clothes and shoes from the dumpster. | have no idea who owns them,” Millie explained.
“Bring her here. I'll make her talk,” a hoarse voice instructed.
The man let go of Millie’s jaw, only to grab her wrist and drag her to the owner of the voice.