Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

A cold, automated message echoed from the other side: "The number you have dialed is not answering..." Mallie's face flushed with embarrassment, but she wasn't about to throw in the towel just yet. She dialed again. After four or five attempts, she was still met with nothing but silence.

Looking up, she caught sight of Selena's lips curving into a slight, knowing smile. Nearly trembling with frustration, Mallie snapped, "Selena, are you making fun of me? Don't get too smug. Mr. Abraham is just busy, not ignoring me on purpose."

"Is that so?" Selena replied, pulling out her own phone. She dialed Abraham's number and hit the speaker button, placing the phone casually on the table.

After only three rings, Abraham's deep voice came through, tinged with surprise and a hint of delight. "Selena, what a surprise to hear from you! Is there something you need?"

His voice was gentle, even carrying a slight chuckle. Selena lazily lifted her gaze to Mallie, whose face had turned pale in an instant. Selena spoke coolly, "Nothing in particular. I just ran into your little sweetheart Mallie while shopping. She looks a bit like me, and I don't particularly like that."

"Is that so," Abraham said, seemingly unfazed. He seemed to understand women well enough to know that just like they dislike wearing the same dress, they wouldn't be thrilled about sharing the same face. "I'll have Levi inform Mallie to stay out of your way. Does that satisfy you?"

softly, "You're quite heartless, aren't you? This Mallie has

promise to you still

conversation further, "I have things to

you

how Abraham felt.

Abraham deeply, yet he treated her as if she were invisible. Like a tissue to be discarded after use. Like a

uncontrollably. She didn't want to lose face in front of Selena, but all her sorrow overwhelmed her, beyond her control. Selena watched her quietly for a moment and then offered

forcefully, "I don't

Abraham who let you down, so why are you taking it out on our Miss? If you have