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Chapter 915

Millie encountered Rosie, whose eyes brimmed with resentment. Unperturbed,

Millie strode purposefully to the coffee machine.

As Rosie was about to depart, she halted and positioned herself by the coffee machine.

“You conniving person! Did you rat me out, causing my monthly bonus to be revoked?”

After dedicating considerable time to the Thomas Group, her bonus had never been rescinded. Theindignity of the situation stung.

Was the loss of Rosie’s bonus linked to the power outage?

The previous evening, she and Marcus were the final individuals to vacate.

She hadn’t mentioned it to anyone, not even Marcus. Speculation led her to suspect that Rosie wasresponsible for the power cut on their floor.

“I recall you vehemently denying involvement this morning. However, it appears your actions were quitedifferent,” Millie remarked with a hint of sarcasm, her gaze fixed on Rosie.

If Rosie was indeed the perpetrator, she deserved the repercussions.

A surge of anger distorted Rosie’s countenance.

“Why do you exude such arrogance? Do you truly believe you can remain the president’s wifeindefinitely?”

Millie continued to observe the coffee streaming into the pristine white porcelain cup.

“I’m uncertain if I can sustain this role indefinitely, but I am the president’s wife at present. Conversely,your managerial position may be at risk if you persist in tormenting me.”

Rosie fought the urge to hurl the cup at Millie.

She had gravely underestimated Millie. She had assumed Millie to be meek, yet Millie haddemonstrated a capacity for assertiveness.

Millie, too, recognized that unless she stood firm, Rosie would never extend her respect.

Having obtained her coffee, Millie pivoted to depart. However, after just a few steps, a force struck herfrom behind. She staggered, and the contents of the coffee spilled onto her clothing and the floor.

Turning around, Millie assessed the source of the impact. A young woman visibly anxious, stood beforeher.

“Apologies; I didn’t intend for that to happen.”

The girl then faced Rosie and said, “Ms. Astley, you…”

The girl hesitated, her words suspended in uncertainty.

Rosie paid no heed, gazing out of the window while serenely sipping her coffee. No indicationremained of her involvement in the girl’s collision with Millie moments ago.