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Millie’s lips tightened into a firm line, an eerie sensation creeping over her as she detected the unusual quality of Rhea’s laughter.

Could it be possible?

“What are you insinuating? Is she still alive?” Millie inquired.

“You guess,” Rhea teased, her lips curving into a cryptic smile.

Millie’s eyes narrowed in thought.

The taunting continued as Rhea pressed on, “Let’s assume, for a moment, that she were still alive. How do you believe Marcus would react? Would he simply abandon you or cast you aside?”

Millie’s brow creased even further as she grappled with the implications of Rhea’s questions.

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“Frightened, are you?” Rhea chuckled.

“Haha, watching you rattled like this, it’s truly satisfying.”

In this face-to-face exchange, Rhea seemed to have claimed the upper hand. Millie stood motionless, feeling the gentle caress of the wind, her heart now agitated. Could someone truly return from the dead?

Hadn’t everyone confirmed that Shera was gone forever?

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With an effort, Millie regained her composure and responded calmly, “You talk as though there was some profound connection between them.

From what I’ve gathered, their relationship was merely that of casual friends.”

Though uncertain of the full truth, Millie wanted to draw out Rhea’s perspective on the matter.

Rhea’s lips curled with disdain as she retorted, “Did no one inform you that after my sister’s accident, Marcus was unable to eat for over ten days, confining himself to his room? True, their interactions may have appeared mundane, but it could be that in losing her, Marcus discovered her true significance.”

Millie’s hand instinctively tightened around the key she held, but she maintained her poise.

“Miss Evans, you’re actually envious of your sister, aren’t you?”

Millie challenged, her voice steady. Rhea’s actions had long suggested an unspoken affection for Marcus.

“You…”

Rhea observed that Millie’s responses were always unpredictable, never conforming to what she anticipated.

At that moment, Darin’s bodyguard appeared, interrupting their tense exchange.

“Miss Evans, the wind is picking up. Mr. Barker says it’s time to return.”

Once Rhea had departed, Millie cast her eyes downward.