Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee
Chapter 671

“I’m leaving. Go inside,” Leon said. With that, he walked to his car.

Fiona watched Leon leave, then tumed and headed back toward the apartment. She returned to herunit and opened a carton of milk, but then her gaze sharpened and she clenched her hand around thecarton.

She was positive that if Millie found out about her deception, she would tell Leon about it. Worse, Millielived in the neighborhood, which meant that Leon would almost certainly run into her whenever hevisited.

She needed to figure out a way for Millie to leave the neighborhood.

After a while, Fiona’s phone rang, Lois was calling her.

“Miss, are you leaving already?”

“Yes, I plan to live overseas for a while. Stick to the plan while I’m away. Don’t give Leon any reason tosuspect your identity. Then, slowly start demonstrating your self-centeredness and worship of money tomake him despise you,” Lois instructed.

“T understand,” Fiona replied.

However, she knew how challenging it would be to carry out the plan. Leon was such a wonderful man;she doubted she would have the will to reject him when the time came.

“I’m warning you, Fiona. He’s mine. You’d better not fall in love with him and steal him from me. I won’tforgive you if you do,” Lois threatened.

She knew that it would be hard not to fall for Leon due to his good looks and impressive capabilities.

Fiona promised, “Don’t worry, miss. I won’t.”

Meanwhile, Millie was starting to get worried. Why was Marcus not home yet? Did something happen?”

He did not even bother to call her. Millie was mid-yawn when someone opened the door.

“You’re back,” Millie said with a sigh, feeling a little relief.

“You haven’t slept yet?” Marcus was a little taken aback. Was Millie waiting for his arrival?

Millie had already brushed her teeth and washed her face. Her locks were a tangled mess. Theapartment’s lights were on, and its occupant appeared to be waiting for him to return.

“I just finished drawing a design draft. I was just about to sleep,” Millie said.

She then asked, “Did you attend a social gathering or something?”

With a nod, Marcus sat down on the sofa.

Millie frowned. “You’re still injured. You shouldn’t be drinking too much.”

Marcus replied, “Derek drank my portion.”