Burning Passion: Love Never Die
Chapter 968

At that moment, through the surging crowd, Nancy spotted a tall figure. Was she hallucinating? Why was Marcus here? But no, she saw clearly. It was Marcus, and he was approaching.

In a hushed tone, Nancy warned, “Rhea, call them off. Marcus is on his way.”

“What?”

Rhea’s panic was palpable as she spotted Marcus too and quickly ordered

“Stop. Let’s leave.”

One of their crew didn’t hear her and lunged for Millie, who swung the chair in his direction.

A sudden scream broke the tension.

Holding her hand, struck by Millie, Nancy wailed, “My hand! It’s hurting. I think it’s broken.”

Staring at the source of the scream, Millie’s shock was palpable. Why had she hit Nancy?

“Mr. Thomas, Millie struck my hand with a chair. It’s in agony, and I believe it’s broken.”

Nancy gazed at Marcus with tear-filled eyes, her expression pitiable.

And why had Marcus come?

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A momentary fog clouded Millie’s mind. She turned to find Marcus striding purposefully toward her.

Marcus’ eyes swept the scene before settling on Millie, still clutching the chair.

“Millie, how could you be so cruel?” Nancy wailed.

“I’m preparing the jewelry for the wedding. As a designer, my hands are my livelihood. Are you so envious that you would do this? If my hands are broken, I can’t design anymore. You’ve shown such malice.”

Millie remained composed. “You were the one rushing at me. I had no intention of striking you.”

The moment Marcus appeared, she understood Nancy’s game. Nancy intended to frame her, to make Marcus see her as vindictive.

“Come now, admit it. You hit me. I’ve known for some time that you resented me, but I never thought you could be so ruthless as to attempt to break my hands,” Nancy pressed.

Millie’s eyes darted around, only to find that the man in flowery clothing and his companions had vanished, and Rhea had slipped away. Evidence to support her innocence was nowhere to be found.

They must have fled when Marcus approached.

Then Nancy turned to Marcus, her voice desperate.

“Mr. Thomas, you must do something. My hand is injured, and I haven’t completed the design drawing. I can’t even pick up paper now, let alone a pen.”