Burning Passion: Love Never Die
Chapter 907

Position: Intern jewelry designer.

Intern? Millie’s eyebrows arched. Such a foundational role.

The morning hours waned, and still, no one enlightened Millie on her duties.

Her desk remained barren.

On numerous occasions, the urge to question those nearby welled up within her, yet those individualsappeared keen on maintaining a certain distance. They either feigned ignorance of her inquiries orpromptly moved away without acknowledgment.

Unbeknownst to her, Rosie had discreetly instructed the others through the design department’s groupchat to remain tight-lipped and contribute more actively.

The consensus was clear: Ms. Astley’s desire was for everyone to marginalize Millie.

Despite Millie’s status as the president’s spouse, self-preservation guided their decisions to distancethemselves from her. Rumors had circulated within the company that Mrs. Thomas held a strongaversion to Millie, with speculation of an impending divorce looming over them.

Millie stood, and ventured to locate Rosie. Yet, replaceing an empty manager’s office, she retraced hersteps and resumed her seat.

Lunchtime arrived, and the office emptied into the canteen, Millie among them.

The canteen of the Thomas Group sprawled across two floors, the upper one reserved for the elite.

Millie secured her meal on the first floor, her mind whirring with the morning’s insights into corporateculture.

Upstairs, Marcus too made his way for lunch. His gaze drifted downwards, catching sight of Millieseated in solitude at a corner, engrossed in her meal.

His brows furrowed. The entirety of his morning had been consumed by a meeting centered around theviability of financing for the Tea Mount’s tourism expansion. Consequently, there had been noopportunity for him to inquire about Millie’s circumstances.

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As Marcus contemplated enlisting Derek’s assistance to summon Millie,

Millie rose from her seat and exited the canteen.

His fingers danced across his phone, sending her a brief inquiry.

“Are you alright?”

Upon her exit from the canteen, Millie coincidentally spotted Rosie and Emerie, who were arriving forlunch. In a deliberate act, they feigned obliviousness to her presence and hastened their entry into thecanteen.

Millie pivoted, narrowing her gaze, and promptly responded to Marcus’ message.

“Not bad.”

Having resolved to commit to the design department, Millie refused to be deterred by minor setbacks.She fortified her determination, acknowledging that she wouldn’t be easily ousted from her role withinthe design department.

In the afternoon, as the vibrant hum of work faded into the silence of the closing day, Millie wasconfronted by Emerie, who approached her with a thick stack of materials.

“Millie, I’m sorry, I was ensnared in a web with Ms. Astley today and couldn’t guide you through yourtasks on time. You’ll have to work overtime, memorizing the job responsibilities of the jewelrydepartment. Ms. Astley will be your examiner on the morrow.”