Milly Burnett’s Shocking Revelation Novel
Chapter 107

Chapter 107 Shadow Palace.

A drunken Milly was clingier than George had imagined.

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She was like a child without a sense of security, only able to fall asleep when she held onto his sleeve while he stood by the bed.

Even in her sleep, she curled up in protective posture, and her brows were slightly furrowed. Her delicate face was filled with vulnerability and distance, like mermaid foam that would shatter with a touch.

George experienced a sharp pain in his heart, similar to a tight squeeze.

What had she been through?

If not for this drunken state, he might never have seen through the sunny, carefree façade she usually wore. It was now clear that she wasn’t the real her.

Regardless of which side was real, she was the woman he had chosen as the future mistress of the Tates and his future wife.

Knock, knock, knock, came a light tapping on the door.

George straightened up, regaining his usual calm and noble demeanour.

He opened the door to replace a man with a deep scar on his face standing there. The man nodded slightly upon seeing him and reported, “Master, I’ve found out everything.”

George’s eyes turned cold, signalling for him to be quiet.

He looked back at the sleeping girl in the room to make sure he hadn’t disturbed her. Then, he quietly closed the door behind him.

“Speak. What’s going on?”

Scarface reported respectfully, “Master, just as you suspected, they’re planning a secret auction. They’re auctioning off an experimental subject from Maldonia. This is the only subject left in the world since the closure of that perverse lab.

Hearing this, George’s eyes flashed with a fierce, icy light.

He knew something was off when an obscure small family business’s event attracted so many high–profile guests. There had to be something more.

But he hadn’t expected they’d be bold enough to auction off an experimental subject.

Scarface hesitated. He looked at George and began, “Master…”

George wore a blank face and urged, “Speak your mind.”

“Master, we’ve learned that the Ghost Sect will also attend the auction. They are determined to acquire the experimental subject. If we compete openly, we might not have the advantage. Should we use underhanded tactics to gain á direct advantage?

eyes darkened.

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The Ghost Sect?

Truly, enemies always cross paths.

A sinister smile spread on his face, and he coldly spat out, “Whatever it takes, get the experimental subject. As for those from the Ghost Sect….

“Kill all of them that come across!”

Scarface nodded in acknowledgment and said, “Yes, Master.”

George stood by the window on the 21st floor and took in the entire cityscape below.

His parents were always busy with work when he was a child. His grandmother raised him while his grandfather was often away with the military.

Most of his childhood memories were filled with Rosa’s lullabies and stories.

Rosa had been a rare beauty in her youth; her every smile and frown was captivating. When he was a child, he believed there were eleven great unsolved mysteries in the world, the eleventh being: how did his gentle, beautiful grandmother end up with his irritable grandfather?

So, he worked hard at his studies, with the ultimate dream of creating an elixir of immortality for his grandmother.

But fate was cruel. Before he had the chance to showcase his talents, Rosa died in Maldonia at the hands of an underground organisation called the Ghost Sect.

How had his gentle, refined grandmother, raised in a household of privilege, become involved with such a sinister group?

He wanted to investigate, but the Ghost Sect was elusive and filled with highly skilled members, making it nearly impossible to infiltrate.

Did they think he’d give up just because of that?

He spent three years investigating the Ghost Sect, and then used most of his fortune to establish the Shadow Palace in Nlirone. George vowed to make the Ghost Sect pay in blood.

If the truth was unattainable, then it didn’t matter. The elimination of the Ghost Sect would render any truth irrelevant..

Would it?

When Milly woke up, her head felt like it wasn’t her own, as she had a splitting headache.

Was this what a hangover feels/like?

This was the first time that she had experienced it in her two lifetimes.

“You’re awake? Have some water.”

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A deep, magnetic voice broke through her thoughts,

Milly, who had been about to drift back to sleep, snapped awake.

Who’s speaking!

And a man at that? Why is there a man’s voice in

my

house?

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With that thought, Milly shot up from the bed and looked towards the source of the voice in terror.

A man was there, sitting on the couch in a suit. He crossed his legs and held a document in one hand. The ordinary gray pen in his grip appeared considerably more elegant due to his presence. He gazed at her, his expression concealed by the fall of his hair.

“You

what are you doing in my house? How dare you break into my place? I’ll call the police! Milly pointed at him and accused him sharply.

She glanced at her clothes, relieved to see she was still wearing what she had on yesterday.

Okay, my clothes are still the same. This isn’t too bad.

George ignored her accusation, nor did he rebuke her. His voice was calm as he said, “Carry on.”

Carry on?

Did he think he’s in the right? This man has the audacity to ask her to carry on!

Milly was already grumpy upon waking up on the wrong side of the bed; she was infuriated to replace this man in her home, acting like he owned the place,

If she kept quiet, would this man consider her a pushover?

She angrily got out of bed, grabbing a pillow to throw at him. Milly roared, “George, what’s the meaning of this? Do you think I have a good temper? Why did you keep challenging my limit? Do you think I …

She turned around and locked eyes with the mass of faces on the tablet on the table.

It was…

A video conference.

Great! Now her already hazy hangover brain felt even more sluggish.

Fortunately, her body reacted faster than her mind. She jumped out of the camera’s view and used all her wits to salvage the situation. “Over and over again, you repeatedly exhausted yourself, so I can overcome them.”

Thank goodness she had recently studied for the college entrance exam. Her brain still clearly

remembered the poem.

The air froze for a second.

Then, an awkward explanation came from the computer.

“Oh so Mr Tate has a child studying at home! So diligent

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“Yeah, yeah, isn’t that a Menelaus poem? Haha, very cultured.”

“Absolutely, Diomedes’s works are indeed great. Such dedication.”

Milly was speechless.

Do you even hear yourselves?!

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