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.

almost forgot-she had moved on. Her heart now belonged to

nearby. "Take her home. If

Everett took off, his long strides echoing

Selena, his usually stoic face showing a hint of

endless hassle Selena had endured, Bill respected her. The other high-society ladies were all spoiled and arrogant, looking

status, yet bossing them

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

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

of the house. They all hoped she

hopes

smile. "Don't worry, I'll go back with you. I won't cause any

caught this time, she realized

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

with her son, divorce was the