Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Selena came to a sudden stop.

The man hadn't noticed her; he was too wrapped up in his phone conversation with Margot.

"You're at the hospital? What's wrong?"

Whatever Margot said on the other end made his brow furrow even more. "Don't move, I'm coming to see you right now," he replied urgently.

After hanging up, he crushed his cigarette butt with the tip of his shoe and turned around, only to find Selena standing just a few steps behind him. She was watching him, her dark eyes giving nothing away.

Still, he guessed she must have overheard his conversation.

Everett, for some reason, found himself waiting-waiting for her to come over and, like before, question him with jealousy. But she didn't.

A sudden flare of anger shot through him, and his lips curled into a cold smile.

forgot-she had moved on. Her heart now belonged

single word, and turned to Bill, who was standing nearby. "Take her

Everett took off, his long strides

face showing a hint of unease. "Ma'am, let me take you

her. The other high-society ladies were all spoiled

official status, yet bossing

treated everyone equally. Even their housekeeper Ava was like family to

long patrol days, she and Ava would whip up some delicious treats for them. If they went out, she'd think of them and bring back little souvenirs. When the weather was

grace of a lady of the house. They all hoped she and the master would reconcile, unite as a couple, and

hopes weren't

noticed Bill's discomfort and offered a gentle smile. "Don't worry, I'll go back with you. I

she realized running

more of her defiance. If she

wanted a peaceful life with her