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

standing nearby.

off, his long strides echoing

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

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

bossing them around

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

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

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

hopes weren't

worry, I'll go back with you. I won't cause

time, she realized running

tolerate any more of her defiance. If

with her son, divorce