Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee
Chapter 592

Chapter: 592

She kept doing bad things. It was the vase that she broke. Last time in the bar, her classmate from Preagend University accused her of pushing her against a doorframe and giving the person an ugly scar. Perhaps that too was true.

Every bad thing that happened pointed to Millie. How then was she not a bad woman? Her smile was just a weapon used for deceit.

Bruce looked at Marcus in disbelief. “You’ve made up your mind, I see.”

Marcus felt like he had been poisoned. His pen suddenly weighed a thousand pounds. He groaned inwardly. He had signed countless documents with ease in his life. Why did signing this one seem to be so difficult?

He forced himself to sign, and when he finally did, he felt a sharp pain in his heart.

They all saw Marcus’ hand shake as he signed the document.

Marcus closed the document with a snap and gave it to Derek, asking, “The electronic version has been sent to her, yeah?”

“Yes.” Derek nodded.

Bruce was still stunned. “What will happen to Millie now? Her grandmother is going to die of this illness. Millie won’t accept to divorce now.”

“You worry too much about her, Bruce. In case you haven’t noticed, Millie is very tenacious. I don’t think I’ve seen anyone that is able to bail out of any situation like her. Even the most important or scariest thing won’t hold her down.”

Amidst the incessant vibrations of his phone, Marcus remained oblivious to its summons. Upon entering the room, he shrugged off his coat, the phone nestled within its pocket.

Within the building, irritation creased the kidnapper’s brow. “No response on the phone.”

Millie’s heart sank; her anticipation was realized. It was unreasonable to expect Marcus to answer at this juncture.

“T wamed you—he won’t come to my rescue.” The kidnapper’s voice carried a resolute edge. “Proceed.”

They dialed once more, met with silence.

“It appears her words held truth. Marcus has forsaken her.”

While the outcome had been foreseen, the weight of the word “abandon” still bore a pang of sorrow for Millie.

She needed to engineer her own escape. With the kidnappers engrossed in the phone, Millie lowered herself, retrieved a concealed blade from her shoe, and commenced slicing at the binding around her wrist.

In a twist of fate, Lois seized a brick from the ground and lunged back. The kidnapper on the phone crumpled unconscious as the brick struck his head.

“Millie, I won’t leave you alone.”

“You…” The wounded kidnapper’s eyes widened in fury. He hadn’t anticipated Lois’ return.

Another kidnapper, armed with the remote control, promptly seized Lois, his words laden with venom. “You wretch, I’ll end you.”