Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Everett fiddled with his tie, a sneer tugging at the corners of his lips.

Unaware of the underlying tension, Derick only noticed Everett's smile in the rearview mirror, so he ramped up the flattery. "Mr. Everett, women love those little gestures. If you pay more attention, you'll definitely win your wife back..." "You talk too much. I'm docking $2000 from your salary this month," Everett replied, his gaze icy, like an autumn chill sweeping away fallen leaves.

Derick was stunned into silence.

What just happened? Instead of a raise, he got a deduction?

Feeling slighted, he glanced again at Everett in the mirror, only to see a cold, stern face that screamed 'approach at your own risk.' Swallowing his hurt, Derick accepted his fate.

He really should've kept his mouth shut. What was he thinking, throwing around unsolicited advice? Sometimes, silence is golden.

Selena's pitch to uncover the truth about a pharmaceutical company peddling fake drugs got the green light, and the pay was good. So, she spent the next week chasing the story down.

From dawn till dusk, she battled wits with adversaries. On the last day, she camped out in front of Jimmy's mansion, the manager involved, hoping to catch him red-handed with evidence of bribery.

It poured rain all night, but she held her ground, raincoat on, eyes peeled.

pays off, and in the early hours, she spotted Jimmy

him-a guy from the

stayed steady as she snapped

time she returned to Moon Bay, daylight

"Ma'am, where have

she trudged upstairs, "I need

anticipated a long,

Ava replied, then called out something

she disappeared up the stairs. After a quick shower,

furnace, surrounded by flames, sweat pouring off her as if she were melting. Fighting to wake, she cracked her eyes open to a pitch-black room, unable

was searing,

felt like needles stabbing her throat, contorting her

pain.

fever-explains why she felt

get up and call someone but dizziness and weakness pinned her down. Her voice was