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 for you

the icy autumn water. Lucy walked 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 treasure. He grinned at Celine. “Ms. Tate, I

though she were some kind of monster. Celine smirked,

was seeing. She couldn’t figure out what Celine had done to Samson to make him obey her

You took over my father’s house, stole his company, and abandoned the daughter he loved most. Not to

reintroduce myself–I’m not the same

clear eyes had tumedley and impenetrable, like a dark, dangerous abyss that sent shivers down

a reply, Celine turned

Phantom sped up the driveway. Adam had come over to

his presence as dignified as ever. Beside him Carly was in a striking red gown, looking radiant and delicate. Together, they seemed

the memory of last night, when Adam abandoned her and suggested finding another man for her, resurfaced. The wound she thought had closed frit like it was rippin open

come home last night. Mr Alvarez brought her in Westwood

and Carly had

foot in. A place