Chapter 147

Chapter: 147

With a grin on his face, Ethan stated, “Mrs. Thomas, as terrific of a fighter as Derek is, Mr. Thomas is much better. You'll see next

time.”

The confidence in Ethan’s voice made Millie smile a little.

“Hey, what’s the black pill?” Millie asked, unable to stop her curiosity.

“The black pill is a potent poison that’s only available on the black market. As soon as a person consumes it, their muscles will

weaken, and their limbs will go numb.

The reason Mr. Thomas can still walk after taking it is because he’s strong.”

Ashiver ran down Millie’s spine.

Millie had never taken the pill, but the thought of it still scared her. The person who poisoned Marcus must be a demon incarnate.

When Millie did not respond, Ethan glanced at her through the rearview mirror.

Then, he scowled when he caught sight of her injuries.

“Mrs. Thomas, you're hurt! Damn those bastards! How could they do that to you?”

Millie’s brows furrowed. Did she sustain more injuries than she realized? She took out her phone, brushed her hair back with her

fingers, and raised the device to her face to examine her reflection. That was when she spotted the shoeprint-shaped bruise at

the side of her neck.

Someone did kick her there when she tried to stand up from kneeling. Millie’s expression turned murderous. Even though they

had been beaten up, the thugs still had to pay for hurting her so badly.

She had never knelt before anyone in her entire life, but earlier, she had no choice but to do so.

Millie thought for a while before tapping the contact list on her phone.

Meanwhile, Derek walked up to Marcus and informed him, “The bastards are down.

What should we do next?”

Marcus turned his attention to the men lying on the ground. He knew they were working for Brock.

He was about to force them to stand up and contact Brock when Millie called him.

He turned around with knitted brows. The car was gone. Why was Millie calling him? Still frowning, Marcus accepted the call.

“What's wrong?”

Millie’s lips pursed into a pout.

“Marcus, those bastards pressed my face against the wall, and now it hurts. Not only that; they also made me kneel, and one of

them kicked me on the neck.”