[Millonia Trelova's POV]
"That bastard…he hid in this place. No wonder I couldn't find him no matter where I looked for him," I mutter under my breath, equally bitter and indignant.
Clearing my throat as I register the presence of my partner, I smile wryly. The flat-faced bastard looks at me with a quirked eyebrow as if wondering if I have lost my mind. I sigh and shake my head lightly. Retelling the story about the past has vexed me.
"Why?"
"What do you mean why?" I quirk an eyebrow and look at him as if looking at an idiot.
"Your name—why did it become Millonia?"
"Well…I wanted to be a strong girl; thus, I chose Millonia which means strong," I explain, earning a nod from the said partner.
"Is Trelova your father's family name? I am pretty sure that doesn't sound Dutch."
