Chapter 1047:

What had truly led to her father’s passing? What secrets were people still keeping from her?

Millie let her eyes drift closed, exhaustion beginning to catch up with her.

Eventually, the car came to a stop outside the office building.

She stepped out onto the pavement and made her way to the elevator, riding it up to the floor where JM Investments occupied its offices.

When she pushed open the door and walked inside, she stopped abruptly in complete surprise.

“Myron?” His name came out as pure disbelief.

Myron stood in the middle of the office dressed in casual clothes rather than his usual impeccable business attire. His hair was slightly mussed, giving him a more relaxed and approachable appearance.

“Hello, Millie.” Myron greeted her with a warm smile that reached his eyes.

She crossed the office to stand beside him, her confusion evident. “Why are you here? I sent you that text message explaining…”

Though she didn’t finish the sentence, Myron understood perfectly what she was asking.

“I came to keep you company through the night,” he explained simply, gesturing to the various items he’d already arranged throughout the space.

Several portable folding cots had been set up for quick rest breaks, and the desk was covered with energy drinks and various snacks that his secretary must have delivered.

“Don’t you think this is nice?” Myron asked quietly.

A faint smile touched Millie’s lips as her eyes rested on him. Without warning, memories from years past came flooding back with startling clarity. She remembered the person she used to be—young, driven, so full of hope. That version of herself felt like someone from another lifetime entirely, but she saw her in him tonight.

𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓬 𝗮𝓬𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼 ⓯𝓻𝗼𝓶 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫷𝖼𝗈𝗺

“Yes,” she replied softly. “It really is.”

She understood this impulse completely—the desire to do something meaningful for someone you cared about, even when exhaustion pulled at your bones. Even if all you could offer was simple companionship through a difficult night.

Though Myron seemed to be offering something far more substantial than mere company.

Together, they made their way deeper into the office space. Millie led the way with confident steps, and Myron followed close behind.

The moment they entered the main work area, they were greeted by a scene of controlled chaos. Employees rushed between desks, papers in hand, voices overlapping as they coordinated their efforts.

Since the urgent news had broken suddenly at eleven o’clock at night, many of these dedicated workers had been dragged from their comfortable beds and rushed to the company still half asleep.

Taylor was particularly memorable in her current state. She wore thick-rimmed glasses that kept sliding down her nose, and her hair was pulled back with an oversized bow hairpin.

The rest of the team didn’t look much better. Everyone showed clear signs of having been abruptly awakened and thrown into crisis mode without proper preparation.

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