The Divorce Prescription

Chapter 1 8

Lucy’s face turned pale. “Hone!”

She quickly grabbed Samson’s arm in desperation. “Mr. Stone, what’s going on? Didn’t we agree that if I delivered Celine to your bed, you’d help me arrange a meeting with Dr.

This ”

Her voice abruptly stopped as her eyes caught sight of a slender, elegant figure standing near the doorway. Celine had arrived.

No one new when she had come, but now she stood there silently as her clear, luminous eyes calmly watched Lacy’s penic and disarray.

Lucy froze, her body stiffening. Meanwhile, Samson quickly scurried to Celine’s side, bowing and scraping with a fawning smile. “Ms. Tate!”

Celine pulled out a pen from her pocket, then casually tossed it into the nearby pool. “Mr. Stone, I’ve dropped my pen.

Tate, I’ll get it

over, her expression incredulous as she watched the scene unfold Samson surfaced from the pool, soaking wet but triumphantly holding up the pen like a prized

were some kind of monster.

she was seeing. She couldn’t figure out what Celine had done to Samson

understood why you treated me this way. What more do you want? You took over my father’s house, stole his company, and abandoned the daughter he loved most. Not to mention,

me reintroduce myself–I’m not the same Celine you knew back then. Next time, you’d better think twice before crossing

shock, unable to respond. Celine’s clear eyes had tumedley and impenetrable, like a dark, dangerous abyss that sent

waiting for a reply, Celine

up the driveway. Adam had

dignified as ever. Beside him Carly was in a striking red gown, looking

hid healed, but the memory of last night, when Adam abandoned her and suggested finding another man for her, resurfaced. The

“carly didn’t come home last night. Mr Alvarez brought her in Westwood Villa, and she stayed there all

understood the implication Immediately. Adam and

was Adam’s private residence, it was a place she had never set foot in. A place she wasn’t worthy to enter.