She's out of Your League Now (Millie and Winston)

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Joanna let out a deep sigh before finishing her wine. Millie didn't seem to know Winston that well. He was a man with feelings too.

"Millie, let me tell you the reason Winston stays by my side and dotes on me unconditionally," Joanna said, looking intently at her.

Millie waited patiently for her explanation. She would very much like to know the reason behind Winston's insistence on getting a divorce to marry Joa Joanna beamed. "It's because of you."

Millie frowned. Because of her? How so?

Joanna tilted her body forward. The words were on her lips, but the band suddenly switched to a new song, hyping up the crowd.

At that moment, Jake wandered over to the ladies and lifted Joanna by the arm. "Stop drinking. Let's dance."

When Millie looked up, Jake had dragged Joanna away.

Joanna wore an annoyed look on her face. She grumbled, "Jake Webson, can't you tell that we were having a serious talk?"

"And what could it be about? I should thank the gods as long as you're not stirring up trouble." Jake clicked his tongue and pushed Joanna into the crowd.

The crowd immediately swallowed Joanna once she showed up.

Then, Jake glanced at Millie. He advised her, "Have a good rest. Don't engage further with Joanna."

Millie broke into laughter. "Did you just send Joanna away because you worried that she might hurt me?" "That's right." Jake nodded.

Millie replied helplessly, "She took advantage of me many times before, but that won't happen

now." "Still, I don't want anything bad happening to you tonight." Jake merely shrugged.

Millie narrowed her eyes, feeling doubtful at the familiar remark. He sounded like Rachel at that instance. Millie looked in the direction of Joanna, who

Standing in the distance, Millie swirled the red wine in her glass and stared squarely at Joanna.

She mused, "What do I have to do with Winston's deep feelings for Joanna? Why did Joanna say that Winston loves her because of me?"

She bit her lips in hesitation. Another man suddenly approached her to pick her up. "Hi, Ms. Caldwell. I've heard about you a lot."

She turned and saw a boyish guy by her side. "Hello there."

"Do I have the honor of drinking with you?" the boyish guy asked.

Millie shook her head. Tm sorry. I've had too much to drink and feel unwell. I'll see you later."

She planned to reuse the same excuse throughout the night. With that, she hurried down from the deck into the sixth

floor, where people were gambling and singing.

Upon her entry, she spotted a man in a black suit wearing sunglasses heading into a private room. He clutched a briefcase in his hand.

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"Take off your clothes! Strip until you can't go any further!"

Mille pressed her lips with a conflicted look in her eyes. She felt irritated by the men's behavior. Their actions became more unruly the

farther the cruise left the brightly-lit city

They had descended into lawlessness.

Take it all off! How much do you want? Give me a number."

"Sir, we are here to dance. We don't sell our bodies."

"Why are you acting prim and proper at a cruise party? Just speak up if I'm not paying you enough."

The guests at the cruise party were loaded; they could spend more than a few million per night on

entertainment.

The female performers should have seen this coming-the fate awaiting them on the cruise and the bizarre customers they would serve. They had asked for trouble.