Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Alex initially had a soft spot for Yasmine. After all, years ago, she had saved Mr. Everett's life by donating blood anonymously, asking for nothing in return. Alex thought Yasmine must have a good heart.

piling up, Alex's gut started whispering that something wasn't right.

But while Yasmine didn't want money, she often seemed to find herself in sticky situations and would turn to Mr. Everett for help. At first, Alex understood-Yasmine's family situation was rough, and life had thrown her plenty of curveballs. However, as these requests kept Let's face it, money can solve most problems. If Yasmine had taken some cash, she could've ironed out her family's issues and still had plenty left over to live comfortably. Instead, she kept dragging others into her messes, over and over.

Sure, Alex was often the one cleaning up these messes, which kept her connected with Mr. Everett. Then, Yasmine wanted to join the company, supposedly to learn the ropes as a secretary. But she never really worked, just soaked up the praise and attention, acting like she owned the place.

Looking Yasmine straight in the eye, Alex said, all business-like, "Yasmine, as of tomorrow, you don't need to come to the office anymore. Mrs. Everett doesn't want you around."

Yasmine wasn't having it. She believed Alex was just jealous of the attention Mr. Everett gave her and was using her power to settle personal scores. With tears in her eyes, she struggled to stand, saying bitterly, "You can't do this to me. Mr. Everett instructed you to meet all my needs. If he knew how you were treating me..."

Alex chuckled, a sarcastic edge to her smile. "First off, Mr. Everett is busy with Mrs. Everett now, so he doesn't have time for you. Plus, he's more than repaid your little act of kindness over the years. Second, don't think too highly of yourself. Even Margot, who crossed Mrs. Everett, was dealt with by Mr. Everett."

sized Yasmine up. "So

She was

wasting her breath. So she left Yasmine with a parting shot. "If I were you, I'd drop this obsession and focus on living your own life. Before it all falls

turned on her

Yasmine's tears

as she clung to the door,

twisted in knots. How

walk away from all this luxury and status?

nowhere, a voice broke the

blurry with tears, to see a poised figure in high heels

this close to becoming Mrs.

it sting, being so close