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

icy autumn water. Lucy walked over, her expression incredulous as she watched the scene unfold Samson surfaced from the pool, soaking

Celine as though she were some kind of monster. Celine smirked, “What’s

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

What more do you want? You took over my father’s house, stole his company,

is just a small warning. Let me reintroduce myself–I’m not the same Celine you knew back then. Next time, you’d better

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

waiting for a reply,

a Rolls–Royce Phantom sped up the driveway. Adam had come over to take

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

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

last night. Mr Alvarez brought her in Westwood Villa, and she stayed there all

implication Immediately. Adam and

she had never set foot in.