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.

If word got out about the child, her grandfather's inheritance would surely go to Selena and her baby. The Bennett family fortune couldn't end up in the hands of an

well, and Rebecca knew exactly how

moved closer to Selena, her voice a low taunt, "Selena,

no class. You can't even hold

en

a

eyes flaring with anger, "You witch, Selena! How dare you

She lunged at Selena.

out in a cold sweat. Her movements slowed, and though she tried to dodge, Rebecca managed to

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

buckled,

to kneel.