Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 485

Mr. Everett must really be head over heels for his new love interest. Before his divorce, the gossip about him and Margot was nonstop. Mrs. Bennett kicked up quite a fuss, but Mr. Everett wouldn't distance himself from Margot. Yet once he was free, he quickly cut ties with

her. It's been three years now, and he hasn't been involved in a single scandal!

One of the young women, Hannah, clasped her hands dramatically and sighed, "Is this what they call a tycoon's devotion to just one person? So, it turns out Mrs. Bennett and Margot were just distractions, and this new woman is truly the one Mr. Everett cherishes!" "Exactly! Despite all the plotting by the former two, they couldn't outshine the one who came later!"

Selena lowered her gaze, clutching the papers in her hands a bit tighter.

After settling the bill, she rode the elevator up to the private room. Brook, dressed in hospital gown, was slumped in the bed, going on and on about how he was at death's door.

Selena pulled up a chair and sat down beside him. "You're not dying. It's just a suspected case of stomach cancer, not confirmed yet."

Since Brook's ordeal with loan sharks three years ago, he'd become extra cautious about his health. A minor issue in his check-up had him in a panic, insisting Selena come back to be with him.

As he aged, he leaned more on Selena, seeing her as more dependable than his own son. Ricky had been taking care of him, which only seemed to irritate Brook.

and be with him for the check-up. She hoped for the best but was prepared to make arrangements if it turned out

a bit, easing

later, Ricky showed up. Seeing how tired Selena looked, he quickly said, "Sis, you should head home and get some rest. I'll stay here with him. You've been way too accommodating, rushing here straight off the

up, "You don't cater to me, and now you don't want your sister to either? You little rascal. Maybe

it was from pestering, it would be your liver, not your stomach. Stop blaming everything on

Brook: "............"

the familiar banter between father and son, Selena couldn't help but

moment and then said to Ricky, "Alright, I'll go home, drop off my luggage, and rest a bit. I'll come

car keys. "Sis, take my car. It's tough to catch a taxi

Selena wheeled her suitcase

until she found Ricky's bright yellow sports car. Even as a

chuckled softly, loaded her luggage into the trunk, and slipped into the driver's seat. The latest models were packed with features, and Selena, a bit out of

accidentally stalled the practice

engine twice.