Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

As Rebecca's foot sent the phone skittering into the middle of the road, Selena's hope of retrieving it was crushed under the wheels of an oncoming car.

"Oops, my bad, must've slipped," Rebecca said, her voice oozing with fake apology, a smirk firmly planted on her face. It was obvious to anyone nearby that it was no accident.

Selena clenched her fists so hard the veins popped on the back of her hands. Even the taxi driver couldn't just stand by and watch. He stepped up to help Selena, "Miss, let me call you a cab."

Without waiting for her reply, he put out a call on his driver's group chat.

Someone nearby quickly responded, "I'll be there in a minute."

His voice note was heard by everyone around. Selena gave the driver a grateful smile, "Thank you so much."

"No worries."

Rebecca, though, was fuming. She hadn't counted on Selena keeping her cool this time. In the past, Selena would've fought back straight away. But now, she had her unborn child to think about, her future ticket to a better life. Of course, she'd hold back.

her grandfather's inheritance would surely go to Selena

Selena knew Rebecca's temperament well, and

voice a low

right, your parents died young, and your uncle's only interested in using his niece for cash. No wonder you've got no class. You can't even hold yourself together!" The second Rebecca finished, Selena's hand flew up, smacking Rebecca across the face without second thought. Family was Selena's

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strike her, her eyes flaring with anger, "You witch,

She lunged at Selena.

a cold sweat. Her movements slowed, and though she tried to dodge, Rebecca managed to grab her hair. "Let

of malice, aimed a kick at Selena's stomach Selena anticipating the attack, kicked Rebecca's

knee buckled, forcing

to kneel.