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 Dr.

nearby. "Take

took off, his

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

Bill respected her. The other high-society ladies were all spoiled and arrogant, looking down on

yet bossing them around like

treated everyone equally. Even their housekeeper Ava was like

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 harsh, she'd invite them inside, reassuring

embodied the grace of a lady of the house. They all hoped she and the

hopes weren't

Bill's discomfort and offered a gentle smile. "Don't worry, I'll go back with you. I won't cause any more

time, she realized running

any more of her defiance. If she dared to

she wanted a peaceful life with her son, divorce was the