Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 334

Everett's brows knitted together, his handsome face adopting a cool detachment, "What's the issue this time?"

Derick immediately softened his tone, "It's not the missus... it's about her uncle..."

Just then, the phone on the desk buzzed to life. Everett glanced at the screen-it was the doctor from the apartment calling. He motioned for Derick to zip it while he answered the call.

"Mr. Everett, Ms. Margot has locked herself in the bathroom and refuses to come out. We're worried she might be in a bad place again. You might need to come back..." "Got it. Keep an eye on her. I'm on my way!"

Everett hung up, threw on his suit jacket, grabbed his keys, and headed out with purpose.

Derick, caught off guard by the sudden urgency, rushed after him, "Hey, Mr. Everett, about the missus..."

Everett impatiently jabbed the elevator button, cutting him off, "I told you, her issues are none of my business! If you can't get that, maybe you should consider resigning!" What could possibly be so urgent with Selena? It was always the same old drama about her uncle.

As the elevator doors slid open, he stepped in without a backward glance.

stood there, helpless, watching the elevator doors close

and felt a wave of dizziness. This time, Everett wouldn't even

she took a deep breath, swallowing her pain. This wasn't

on it. If she took the deed to

ve

want to resort to this, but once things were sorted,

grab the deed, her personal seal, and her stash

over the curb onto the

could react, she

pool of blood,

out, looking down at her with a

Someone paid big bucks, saying if Margot's

their owners,

with screams and chaos. In the