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.

on. Her

her even a single word, and turned to Bill, who was standing nearby. "Take her home. If she makes a run for it again, it's on

that, Everett took off, his

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

hassle Selena had endured, Bill respected her. The other high-society

status, yet bossing them around like

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

too. On 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

They all hoped she and the master would reconcile, unite as a couple, and

their hopes

offered a gentle smile. "Don't worry, I'll

time, she realized

her defiance. If she dared to run,

she wanted a peaceful life with her son, divorce