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Chapter 499

Chapter 499

Chapter: 499Did Millie catch her red-handed?Pretending as though she didn’t see anything, Millie responded, “I’m here to help out. Why do you look so surprised?”

In a quiet moment, Millie’s eyes were drawn on the four cups of freshly brewed flower tea. Something was amiss, and shenoticed that something had been added to one of the cups.

What could it possibly be?

Upon closer inspection, the tea itself looked no different from usual, yet an unsettling feeling nagged at her.Mia’s voice wavered as she caught Millie’s gaze on the teacup that she had drugged.

“Is something the matter? You seem troubled,” she asked.

Millie shook her head, concealing her suspicions.

“No, | was merely admiring how beautiful this tea looks. The color is so vibrant and ted.”

Millie glanced at the teacup that she deemed problematic.

In truth, this cup of tea didn’t look any different than the other cups.

Yet, as she said these words, Millie couldn’t help but feel that one particular cup had been tampered with. It appeared identical tothe others, but there was a small, nearly imperceptible flaw on the rim.

Was this specially prepared tea intended for her or for Marcus?She couldn’t shake a question from her mind. What would happen if it was consumed?

“You are a cherished member of the Thomas family now,” said Mia, her voice filled with a sincere yet forced warmth. “I've doneyou wrong in the past, but | want to make amends now. You are the wife of the president of the Thomas Group, and | will dependon you in the future,” Mia said, relieved to know that Millie didn’t seem to suspect her.

“Thank you. Your words mean a lot,” said Millie, masking her apprehension. “I'll head out now.”

With Millie out of the room, Mia let out a sigh that was half relief, half guilt. She quickly threw the incriminating bottle into thetrash can, a knot of tension still present in her stomach.

Mia’s lips curved into a faint smile. The drug concocted by her uncle was indeed extraordinary.

When she had slipped it into the tea, it blended seamlessly, leaving no trace behind.

It had been a close call, she almost got caught.

As she turned to search for the tray, a servant burst into the room, speaking with a confident tone. “Miss Brown, would you likeme to carry the tea to the living room?

Allow me.”