Chapter 1152

“Are you blind? Look at the crowd. Why the rush?” A woman’s voice piped up behind Humphrey, her

annoyance evident.

“Fancy attire, but lacking in manners,” the woman added with disdain, her comment trailing after

Humphrey.

Millie pivoted, catching sight of Humphrey closing in swiftly. The anger ablaze in his eyes set off alarm

bells within her, a foreboding sensation taking root.

The intensity in his gaze was a telltale sign that they had Likely deciphered her true intent behind

selling her work.

Clutching the recorder pen hidden within her bag, Millie wasted no time, her swift retreat a calculated

response.

“Excuse me, please.”

Nancy caught up to Humphrey, positioning herself by his side.

“She’s fleeing. You were right. It’s a trap. She’s undoubtedly making off with the recorder pen,” Nancy

confirmed urgently.

Humphrey increased his pace, determination driving him to pursue Millie relentlessly. Retrieving the

recorder from her was now his unequivocal goal.

Angela’s Library

Millie extended her hand in a bid to hail a taxi, yet the rush hour chaos thwarted her efforts, leaving her

without a ride.

As Humphrey’s presence loomed ever nearer, Millie abandoned her pursuit of a taxi. Fueled by

desperation, she sprinted with all her might, her heart racing within her chest.

Evading Humphrey’s grasp became Millie’s singular objective.

However, the inherent physical strength advantage of men over women was a stark reality. Despite her

efforts to lose him through a series of turns, Millie still detected Humphrey’s proximity.

The glow of the streetlamp illuminated Millie’s form, her breath ragged as exhaustion threatened to

overtake her.

In a desperate move, Millie had retrieved her phone, intending to call for help. However, her plan was

thwarted when a passerby accidentally knocked her phone from her grasp. With Humphrey closing in,

retrieving the phone wasn’t an option.

Reaching the entrance of an alley, Millie leaned against the wall, attempting to catch her breath and

gather her wits.

“Millie, surrender the recorder pen. There’s no escape,” a commanding voice echoed from behind

Millie.

Millie pivoted, her gaze landing on the man standing a mere ten meters away from her.

“What recorder pen?” Aware of the gravity of the situation, Millie understood that she couldn’t afford to

confess.

With each deliberate step, Humphrey drew closer, his eyes ablaze with simmering anger.

Determined not to falter in his commitment to Ryan, Humphrey had vowed to never let the case slip

from his grasp. Obtaining the recorder pen from Millie was now his paramount mission, no matter the

cost.

“Enough with the pretense. Surrender the pen, and you can depart unscathed. Otherwise, I won’t hold

back.” With each measured step he took, Humphrey’s cold leather shoes closing the distance, Millie

found herself unable to suppress the tremor that coursed through her.

Faced with his presence, she recognized her utter powerlessness against his resolve.

“Nowhere to flee, Millie.”