Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 963

She was adamant, clinging to that last glimmer of hope.

Amelia took a page out of Serena's book, channeling the same defiant attitude Serena had often shown in front of Ethan. Serena had the luxury of Ethan's affection, which gave her confidence, so Amelia saw no need to rush into explanations. She stood tall, her face a mask of indifference.

"Ethan, you can't even recognize me, yet you claim to love me? It's laughable."

"If you think I'm not Serena, then fine, go find your Serena. Let's call it quits right here."

Amelia struggled to her feet, stubbornly turning away to leave.

But Ethan wasn't letting go that easily. He grabbed her wrist again.

With her back to him, Amelia allowed herself a tiny, triumphant smile.

She knew Ethan couldn't resist Serena's stubborn charm, and she was sure he'd fall for it again.

But to her surprise, instead of an apology, Ethan pulled her back with a rough yank, his hand clamping around her neck with alarming force.

"I'm asking you one last time, where is Serena?"

his grip was unrelenting, leaving Amelia gasping for air. She thought of fighting

better of her. Trembling, she whispered, "In... in the

Ethan released her abruptly.

the floor, her face flushed as she coughed,

the bodyguard nearby. "Keep an

he dashed off toward

The bodyguards hoisted Amelia

wow vision

swimming as she

watched Ethan's figure disappeal

with a mix of resentment

if you won't choose me, you won't have

fire would turn her to

made her laugh, a wild, almost unhinged

Serena wouldn't

round, her future was bleak anyway. Dragging Serena down with her felt like a

small room, seeing smoke pouring from the door's crack, the air thick with the stench of burning. His eyes narrowed, and without a second thought, he kicked