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.

had moved on. Her heart

who was standing nearby. "Take her home. If she makes

his long strides echoing

his usually stoic face showing a hint of unease. "Ma'am,

respected her. The other high-society ladies were all spoiled and arrogant,

for instance-no official status, yet bossing them around like they

She was kind-hearted and treated everyone equally. Even their housekeeper Ava was

to the staff too. On long patrol days, she and Ava would whip up some delicious treats for them. If they went out,

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

their hopes

and offered a gentle smile. "Don't worry, I'll go back with you. I won't cause any more

time, she realized running away

tolerate any more of her defiance. If she dared to

life with her