Instinctively, Donovan struggled to pry her off. However, Queenie lowered her voice and warned, “You know how important it is for me to become the head of the family, so do well to cooperate with me.”
Donovan gritted his teeth, but in the end, he forced himself to play along with Queenie as they entered the compound.
The Mill residence had been built a long time ago, but it had undergone a renovation a while ago. Therefore, there were no cracks to be seen. Instead, it was as elegant as ever.
The Mills were in the drawing room in the main house. Furthermore, distant relatives of the Mill family were there as well.
With a bright smile on her face and Donovan by her side, Queenie said, “Dad, I’m home...”
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