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 now belonged to Dr.

to Bill, who was standing nearby. "Take her home. If she

that, Everett took off, his long strides echoing

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

The other high-society

Margot, for instance-no official status, yet bossing them

treated everyone equally. Even their housekeeper

went out, she'd think of them and bring back little souvenirs. When the weather was harsh, she'd

the grace of a lady of the house. They all

their hopes

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

this time, she

wouldn't tolerate any more of her defiance. If she dared to run, he'd never

wanted a peaceful life with her son, divorce