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

looked away, refusing to give her even a single word, and turned to Bill, who was standing nearby. "Take

Everett took off, his

face showing a hint of unease.

other high-society ladies were all spoiled and

bossing them around

treated everyone equally. Even their housekeeper Ava was like family

the staff 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 weather was

of the house. They all

hopes weren't

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

being caught this time, she realized running away was

Everett's current temper, he wouldn't tolerate any more of her defiance. If she dared

a peaceful life with her son, divorce