Dr. Zachary genuinely admired Danielle's humility and down-to-earth nature.
"All right, I'll wait for you. If you run into any trouble, don't hesitate to let me know."
Gian noticed they were deep in conversation, so he slipped out to take a phone call in the hallway.
He'd barely hung up when he ran right into Millie.
It wasn't a coincidence—she'd been waiting for him.
"Need something?" he asked.
Millie gave him an appraising look. "Do you have a thing for Danielle?"
"Ms. Fletcher, that's a rather direct question."
"I just think… she's a housewife. Bringing her to an industry event like this might not be the best idea," Millie replied, her gaze steady. "You even turned down my application to Ninesky for her sake."
She'd been puzzled at the time, assuming Gian was simply testing her.
But Millie wasn't afraid of a challenge. She knew she had the talent and drive to make it anywhere.
A company like Ninesky? She'd have no trouble getting in.
But now, it was clear—this was personal.
Gian looked at her impassively. "So?"
"So, I think you're making a mistake, Mr. Atwood."
Even now, as she confronted him, it was obvious he had no intention of reconsidering.
His attitude couldn't be clearer—she was being shut out because of Danielle.
He met her eyes, silent and unmoved.
His dismissal was unmistakable.
Millie almost laughed. She didn't feel humiliated at being turned away—she just thought Gian was a fool.
Men really are ruled by what they see. Even someone like Gian wasn't immune.
With a faint smile, Millie said, "Well then, best of luck, Mr. Atwood."
Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked away.
Compared to Alexander, Gian was nothing.
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