As the room fell into stunned silence, Mara could sense the weight of disbelief and shock emanating from the Millen family and the others present. Gasps and wide eyes filled the space as the reality of the collaboration sank in. Georgia, unable to accept the truth, broke the silence with a strained voice, "This... This can't be happening. How is it possible? We've tried so hard, and yet..." George's eyes darted between Mara and the employee, his skepticism slowly giving way to astonishment. "I... I don't understand. How did you manage to secure such a massive deal? It's beyond anything we anticipated." Even Victor, who had been so adamant that securing the contract was impossible, stood there in disbelief. His face contorted with a mix of surprise, admiration, and a hint of resentment towards Mara. Grandma Millen, who had been reveling in Mara's supposed failure, suddenly found her smug expression replaced with a mix of surprise and annoyance. She struggled to find her words as h
As Mara stood in front of the bathroom sink, washing her hands, her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of the upcoming Millen party. She couldn't help but hesitate over whether to invite Greg or not. "I want Greg to be there, but I don't want him to feel uncomfortable or remind him of painful memories," Mara whispered to herself, her brows furrowing with uncertainty.After Mara's successful collaboration with Vonicon, Grandma Millen decided to hold a grand celebration to mark the occasion. The purpose of the party was to further elevate the Millen name, so they invited a wide range of guests, including The Second Heir.Mara knew that during the event, Grandma Millen would publicly announce her as the Millen heiress, a momentous occasion she wanted to share with those closest to her, including Greg, who had been a supportive friend throughout her journey.However, the idea of inviting Greg stirred conflicting emotions within Mara. She couldn't ignore Greg's turbulent past with Georgia
As soon as Greg and Mara bid farewell at the restaurant, Greg made his way back to his apartment. Upon stepping inside, he noticed Dylan already waiting for him in the living room, comfortably settled on the sofa."Hey, it's unusual for you to suddenly call me at night. What happened?" Dylan inquired, his curiosity piqued. His gaze then shifted to the bag Greg was holding. "And what's that you're holding?""It's just some leftover food from the restaurant. We ordered way too much," Greg replied, placing the bag on the kitchen table. "Anyway, there's wagyu inside it, in case you're interested."Dylan's eyes immediately lit up at the mention of wagyu. "Of course, I'm interested! I've been craving it for a while," he exclaimed, heading towards the kitchen counter to grab the bag.While Dylan indulged in the delicious food, he turned to Greg and asked, his mouth full, "Are you sure you don't want any?""Nope. I had enough during dinner. It's all yours," Greg said, briefly messaging his s
George returned home with a big smile on his face. He couldn't believe what he just heard as he looked at the photo on his phone! "Mara... and Greg... Who would have guessed that these two lowly people know each other?" George mused, a mix of disbelief and satisfaction in his thoughts. It seemed almost unbelievable, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of delight at this unexpected revelation. Somehow, the mere possession of this photo had managed to brighten George's day, erasing the frustrations that had weighed on him earlier. It was as if a stroke of luck had washed away his previous discontent, replacing it with a renewed sense of purpose. With the significance of the photo sinking in, George's mind raced with possibilities. This unexpected leverage had the potential to be a powerful tool in his hands. It could reshape the dynamics within the Millen household and turn the tables in his favor. "Well, I must admit that for once David is useful! He's not that loser I thoug
Greg now found himself preparing for The Millen party, a place he never thought he would set foot in again. A crooked smile tugged at his lips as he pondered the irony of the situation. Who would have known that he, the one they once looked down upon as a tramp and a trash son-in-law, would return to this very place? Unpleasant memories of his divorce and the judgment he faced resurfaced in Greg's mind. The disdainful glances, the whispers behind his back—all of it came rushing back. But Greg was determined not to let those memories tarnish his evening. As he adjusted his tie, the door to his room swung open, and Dylan walked in with his usual nonchalant demeanor. "Ready to go?" Dylan asked, his eyes scanning Greg's choice of attire. Greg nodded confidently. "I'm all set. Let's get this show on the road." Dylan's gaze settled on the old blazer Greg had chosen to wear, and a look of mild disbelief crossed his face. "Seriously, out of all the clothes you have, you had to pick th
The ballroom was filled with anticipation as Mara and Greg waited for the announcement. Time seemed to crawl, and Mara couldn't help but feel her excitement grow with each passing moment. "You look pretty excited," Greg remarked, his eyes fixated on Mara's joyful expression. "Ah, you noticed it, huh?” asked Mara. “Of course, how come I didn’t notice it if you have been smiling non-stop since we sat down," Greg said, which made Mara chuckle. “Well, you’re not wrong. Of course, I’m excited. How come I didn’t feel that way if this is the moment I already waited for a long time? Now that I’m back to being the Heiress, my mom’s life and I will get better!” said Mara, making Greg smile. “That’s true,” Greg agreed. “You deserve it. After all, the company was yours from the start. I have no doubt you'll rise to the occasion and bring Millen to new heights. "Absolutely. Despite the challenges Millen faces now, I believe we can overcome them. This collaboration with Vonicon will be the c
“LIAR!!!”Suddenly, a loud scream echoed through the ballroom, jolting everyone from their shocked silence. The sound reverberated through the grand space, causing heads to turn in search of the source.In the midst of the hushed atmosphere, Mara stood with her face flushed red. Emotions of shock, disbelief, and anger are visible on her face as she looks at the stage.“M—Mara,” Greg uttered, his voice filled with concern and surprise as he witnessed the raw emotion pouring out of her.Undeterred by the curious gazes and hushed murmurs around her, Mara strode forward with unwavering determination. Each step resonated with a burning resolve as she made her way towards the stage, where Mr. Millen stood.As Mara reached the stage, her gaze locked immediately with Mr. Millen. “Y—You…” Mara said, her voice trembled with a mix of anger and disbelief. ”YOU’RE LYING! It wasn't George who won the collaboration, it was me! It was ME who won the collaboration, not HIM!!"Screamed Mara, which
In Millen’s Garden, the weight of the murmurs bore down on Mara's heart, and the room seemed to close in around her. The truth of her past and the prejudices associated with it unfolded before her eyes, leaving her feeling vulnerable and betrayed. The emptiness of Mr. Millen's promises stripped away her hopes and dreams, replaced by an overwhelming mix of disappointment, shame, and sadness. “Hiks…How could he just back down from his words just like that?” Mara thought, her voice drowned out by the sound of her sobs. She couldn’t help but feel the pain from Mr. Millen’s betrayal weighs heavily on her. It felt as though the ground had crumbled beneath her feet, leaving her adrift in a sea of emotions! As Mara continues to cry, unbeknownst to her Greg is secretly watching her from afar. “Huh… I should have thought that someone like Millen won’t let her get it easily,” Greg thought before he decided to approach her. After Greg is already in front of her, Mara still didn't notice