Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 845

He didn't fire back with heated words. Instead, he calmly yanked out the microphone and tossed it decisively in front of Dr. Stone. "Go on, tell them yourself."

Dr. Stone's hands shook as she picked up the mic. Her lips moved, but no words came out. She knew that speaking up would mean the end of her career. All those grueling years of medical school, the sacrifices-only she knew how tough it had been. All her accolades would disappear in an instant.

Regret consumed her-not for taking money to betray patients, but for getting tangled up with Everett, a formidable opponent. She only dared to betray Selena because Joy's brother was set to become a future leader, and choosing between Selena and Joy was a no-brainer.

Joy was generous, promising her the director's position once her brother climbed the ranks. What she didn't anticipate was how much Everett valued Selena. According to Selena, Everett didn't even love her, so Dr. Stone thought it was safe to take the gamble.

But she miscalculated-big time. She realized just how intimidating Everett could be back in the consultation room, and now she knew better than to side with Joy. The fallout could be catastrophic.

beans, laying out the whole bribery saga orchestrated by Joy. And, as if that wasn't enough, a tiny camera on her desk

video rolled. Every word, every bribe caught in crystal clear detail. There was no

and those who'd wavered felt the sting of shame. How many more surprises did Joy have up her sleeve? Did she really think she could keep everyone in the

was done, Bill grabbed her by the collar and dragged her out. She'd have to face the music

then burst into laughter. It started as a chuckle but quickly turned into an unsettling, manic cackle that sent shivers down everyone's

of fragility, shoving her assistant aside to stand tall. Ignoring everyone else, she locked eyes with Everett, her gaze

how can you be so cold? I'm crazy about you! Can't you see everything I've done

a venomous glare

Aside from being a bit pretty, what's she got? No family, no career-just a second-rate