Chapter 130

Without a word, she walked past the two individuals and continued on her way.

“Who does she think she is? How arrogant!”

“She must be the mistress that Mr. Thomas brought back.”

“Why does she look so familiar? Her eyes... They look like Millie's.”

“It's impossible. There has never been such a stunning woman in this household. | suspect that Millie must have embarrassed

Mr. Thomas at the party and was subsequently expelled from the Thomas family. Then, Mr. Thomas must have taken a liking to

this woman at the same event and brought her back.” ©

As the two of them continued their animated conversation, their excitement grew.

Unexpectedly, Millie found their speculation rather amusing, She tumed around, standing before the pair with a smile on her

face.

“You mentioned that | looked somewhat familiar. Well, you're right. | am familiar to you. Because | am Millie. Today is the first

time | am revealing my true face.

Remember it well. Tomorrow morning, don’t mistake me for another woman associated with Mr. Thomas.”

After delivering her declaration, Millie casually shrugged and proceeded to the kitchen to find something to eat, paying no heed

to their stunned and horrified expressions.

Meanwhile, Marcus had finished his call and entered the room, passing by the two servants.

“Collect your wages for this month and leave tomorrow morning. The Thomas family no longer requires the services of

disrespectful servants.”

Despite being on the phone, Marcus couldn't help but overhear the audacious conversation unfolding between the two servants.

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“Mr. Thomas, please don't fire us. We are truly sorry. We should not have spoken without thinking,” the pair pleaded, panic

evident in their voices as if a sudden storm had shattered their tranquility.

Marcus paid no attention to the two individuals, fully standing by his words. They were two insignificant servants, anyway.

Millie grabbed a morsel of food from the kitchen, settling herself in the dining room.

She speared a slice of succulent ham with her fork and savored its taste as she indulged in every delectable bite.

She licked her lips in satisfaction. The ham was so good that it seemed like this ham had rescued her from the brink of

starvation.

If she had known that she would eventually reveal her true face, she would have never donned a mask. The inability to eat or

drink had tormented her, leaving her famished and weak.

As Marcus passed by the table and noticed Millie’s flushed countenance after her meal, he halted, curling his fingers to knock

twice on the table’s surface. In a low, commanding voice, he spoke.

“Bring me a glass of milk.”

With a golden fork poised in her hand, Millie pressed her soft lips together and gazed up at the individual who addressed her. It

was evident that she failed to comprehend his request.