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Chapter 169

Chapter 169

Chapter: 169Millie replied, “Of course not...”

“Yes, she works for the Thomas Group, and if not for this encounter, | would’ve had no idea that someone so undisciplined hadbeen hired by my company. It looks like we need to replace HR.”

It was then that Derek approached them and said, “Mr. Thomas, you have a meeting this afternoon. We have to go now.”Marcus shot Millie a warming look before he left. She shuddered in fear, but she managed to shrug it off.

She inhaled deeply as she watched his retreating figure. The atmosphere seemed to lighten almost immediately after Marcusleft.

“Why did you talk to Mr. Thomas like that? Aren’t you afraid that he’ll fire you?”Millie rolled her eyes. “Do you really think he’s my boss? You need glasses. There’s something wrong with your eyes.”

“What's your relationship with him, then? He’s a very busy person, but he still approached you when he saw you. Is he yourbrother? But you don’t look like each other at all.”

Millie did not want to tell him that Marcus was her husband, so she just lied.

“| just met him, which is very unlucky of me. He has a short temper and a nasty personality. Anyway, let’s stop talking about him.I'm going to pick more oranges.”

Marcus’ face was dark as he walked away, and the sight of it made Derek nervous.

All of a sudden, he whirled around, looked in Millie’s direction, and gave Derek some instructions. The latter nodded inunderstanding.

Millie continued picking oranges, but it did not stop her from being irritated. The more she remembered what Marcus had justcalled her, the more infuriated she felt. In her rage, she grabbed a nearby twig and snapped it in half.

“Crazy? I’m not crazy; he is!”

Then, Patrick’s phone rang, and he accepted the call. A couple of minutes later, he put the device down and looked at Millieapologetically.

“Sorry. | can’t help you pick oranges anymore. | need to get back home.”

Millie nodded. “It’s fine.”With that, Patrick left.

Millie proceeded to try to shake off her gloom. She took in the scene of people scattered across the hillside and thought that withso many people picking oranges, all of the welfare houses in Preagend would receive oranges.

The reality, however, was not so picturesque. It was not long before she heard the conversation happening next to her.“Why do we have to pick oranges? | don’t want to get a tan, and my hands are too high-maintenance for this kind of labour.”

“Well, just take it easy. The aim of this activity is to help us relax. It’s not like Mr. Thomas is expecting us to gather a truckload oforanges.”