She's out of Your League Now (Millie and Winston) novel Chapter 5

A banquet took place that night on the 33rd floor of Sablen Hotel. One could see the bustling night view of Yerwick City through the floor-to-ceiling windows. 

A pleasant piano tune filled the space as Millie leaned lazily against the bar before her. She swirled the red wine in her glass out of boredom while her striking eyes darted around. 

She garnered some heated looks from men at the event. They wanted to strike up a conversation with her but dared not do it. 

Millie wore a long black dress with spaghetti straps. The skirt part had some pleating that showed off her slim calves. Meanwhile, the dress flowed loosely on her body, perfectly highlighting her curves. 

Her curled locks cascaded down her back. It allowed her butterfly tattoo to peek through occasionally, captivating those around her. 

That was when her phone chimed. She looked down at it and noticed it was a text from Terrence. 

It read, “Have you made it to the banquet?” 

Sighing, Millie texted, “Yeah.” 

Terrence had picked her up and brought her home. He tricked her into agreeing to attend tonight’s banquet while she was drunk. Not only that, but he also arranged a blind date for her. 

The worst part? Millie had agreed to it amidst her drunkenness. Getting drunk was a huge mistake on her part. 

“Millie?” Someone spoke with poor Chirean, the local language. 

Millie turned to the side and saw a handsome young foreigner. 

The man’s eyes lit up in delight. “It’s really you.” 

Millie was also surprised. “Henry Yarrow? What are you doing here?” 

Henry’s assistant, Noel Mullen, couldn’t help speaking up. “Do you and Ms. Caldwell know each other, Mr. Yarrow?” 

Millie’s lips curved. She’d saved Henry from an accident five years ago when traveling abroad. 

Noel explained, “Henry’s the special guest for tonight’s banquet. Perhaps you’re unaware, Ms. Caldwell, but Mr. Yarrow is a renowned investor abroad.” 

Millie was in awe that Henry had become this successful. After all, he had no home and had to beg for food on the streets five years ago. 

Henry waved it off like he was being humble and shy. “I’m not that amazing. It’s all thanks to you back then, Millie…” 

Without her, he would’ve died at that underpass. She was his savior. 

“What’s the reason for your current visit to this country?” Millie politely asked. 

Henry was about to respond but decided to smile and point at the man who had just entered the banquet hall. He cheerfully stated, “I’m here for a business collaboration with Mr. Greer.” 

Millie’s breath hitched at the mention of that name. 

Winston was the only most powerful “Mr. Greer” in Yerwick. 

As expected, Millie looked ahead and saw the person she least wanted to see—Winston. 

Winston wore a custom suit while standing tall. His broad shoulders and narrow waist gave him the most ideal body proportion. Once he entered the banquet hall, everyone’s attention was on him. Many approached to introduce themselves, hoping to network with him. 

Despite Winston’s young age, he had a secure foothold in the industry. Even elderly figures had to address him politely. 

In Millie’s eyes, Winston was flawless, except that he didn’t love her. 

Beside Winston was a petite woman in a white dress. It was none other than the heiress to Lowell Group, Joanna Lowell. 

The Lowell family had a famous background and was one of the Four Great Families in Yerwick. The Lowell couple spoiled their darling daughter, Joanna, to no end. Joanna had three older brothers, all of whom adored her. 

Millie and Joanna had been best friends for many years. It was unfortunate that they fell for the same guy. 

As Millie failed to secure love, she also lost a friend. She felt like an utter failure. 

Joanna linked arms with Winston. The two smiled at each other, and Winston’s expression harbored some warmth. He was always gentle when it came to Joanna. 

Millie’s heart shriveled in pain when she saw that. Winston had never smiled at her like that in all their years of marriage. It was as if he never acknowledged that their marriage existed. 

“Millie, that’s Mr. Greer. He’s famous. I’ll introduce you to him.” Henry held Millie’s hand before leading her toward Winston. 

Millie’s smile faltered, knowing she didn’t need any introductions. She had witnessed his gentleness, unrestrained nature, brutality, and ability to insult in the past seven years. She knew Winston better than anyone else. 

“Hey, Winston!” Henry called out Winston’s last name. 

Winston’s gaze landed on Henry, but only for a split second. It immediately shifted to Millie after that. 

Millie was caught off guard as she met Winston’s eyes. She spun on her heel to leave out of instinct and didn’t want to see Winston. However, Henry led her over.