Burning Passion: Love Never Die
Chapter 908

“Do I have to memorize each word?” Millie inquired. This tome ought to comprise no less than ahundred pages, an abundance demanding far too great a feat for her to commit to memory over thespan of a single evening.

Emerie responded with an air of nonchalance, “Yes, newcomers master this odyssey in just one day.You’re as fresh as spring’s first blossom; I believe the journey won’t weary you.”

“Alright.” Millie agreed, her spirit resolute despite knowing the challenge was deliberately set to test hermettle.

As the sun dipped beneath the horizon and the shadows lengthened,

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Millie delved into the book with fierce concentration. She began to dance with the words, twirlingthrough pages, filling her mind with the roles and rituals that stretched across a hundred Leaves ofpaper.

Millie gently massaged her brow, a gesture of weariness in the face of the undeniable truth: indeed, thepages numbered a full hundred.

With the departure of the office crowd, Millie delved deeper into memorization. Her adept memoryserved as a reliable companion, unwavering in its assistance.

Nightfall found her still immersed, her temples throbbing with a hunger for knowledge and a literalhunger for sustenance. The world outside was bathed in silver starlight, but Millie’s universe wascontained within the soft glow of the office Lamp.

Post a jovial dinner with friends, Rosie revisited the office for her forgotten keys, only to replace Milliesteadfastly engrossed in her diligent studies.

Checking the clock, she found it to be eleven o’clock, yet Millie persisted with unflagging determination.

Silently, Rosie retraced her steps to her own office, securing the keys. A hunch whispered that Milliepossessed the capacity to master the entirety of those hundred pages in the course of this very night.

Millie’s gaze shifted, catching sight of Rosie’s brisk passage through her office door. Could it be thatMs. Astley had returned?

As Millie turned her head, a swift whoosh brought an abrupt darkness, both within the office and alongthe corridor, shrouding the entire floor.

Amidst the engulfing darkness, Millie stood frozen, a sensation of being consumed by its depths.Hastily, she activated her phone, only to be met with the unfortunate reality of a drained battery.

Frustration surged within her as she navigated blindly towards the door. Once outside, guided solely byher instincts, she proceeded, feeling her path towards the elevator lobby.

A collision with a vase in the dim hallway jolted her, and as an instinctive response, she clasped herknee in a wince of discomfort.

Now, Millie grappled with uncertainty-had the building lost power completely or just this floor? ThomasGroup’s scale hinted at meticulous power control, possibly leading to synchronized blackouts, even forthe elevators. If the entire structure was plunged into darkness and her phone remained lifeless,entrapment seemed inevitable.

“Millie.”

But from the gloom, a familiar voice emerged, a beacon in the black sea.

“Honey, are you here?”

His voice was a lifeline, and Millie grasped it with both heart and mind.

Marcus activated his phone, its glow guiding his path toward Millie.

The phone’s light brushed over her features, eliciting from her a sigh of profound relief.

“Why has this floor fallen into darkness? Have you deliberately shut down the central circuit breaker?”Marcus inquired, his countenance marked with bewilderment.