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.

I’ll get it

dashed outside without hesitation and dove into the pool, unfazed by 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

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

seeing. She couldn’t figure out what Celine had

father’s house, stole his company, and abandoned the daughter he loved most. Not to mention, you ruined the

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

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

reply, Celine turned

Rolls–Royce Phantom sped up the driveway. Adam had come

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

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

didn’t come home last night. Mr Alvarez brought her in Westwood Villa, and

implication Immediately. Adam and Carly had

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