Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 863

An orphan, she had everyone wrapped around her finger, just like she once did with Margot, Yasmine, and the rest... All she needed to do was bide her time for the win.

Thinking of this, Joy felt a growing sense of glee. She sauntered over to the mini-bar in her room, poured herself a glass of wine, gave it a gentle swirl, and sipped it with a smile.

Time flew by, and before she knew it, a week had passed.

Early one morning, the calm at the Moon Bay estate shattered with screams and cries. Ava was in a panic, shouting, “Call an ambulance, call an ambulance!!” The servants exchanged bewildered glances, their faces pale as sheets.

What on earth had happened?

The ambulance arrived in no time. Selena was placed on a stretcher and whisked away. The murmurs among the staff grew louder.

Servant 1: Is the lady... gone? I swear I heard someone say she's stopped breathing.

Servant 2, panicking: The medic said it was a heart attack, sudden and severe. There's probably no coming back from this.

Servant 3: What are we going to do? Are we out of a job? But how did this happen...?

Alexa stood by the second-floor railing, gripping it so tightly her knuckles turned white. Tears streamed down her face.

In a secluded corner, unnoticed by anyone, a servant quietly slipped into a bathroom. Closing the door behind her, she texted Joy.

Servant: Ms. Joy, Alexa completed the job. Selena's been rushed to the hospital, but it looks like... she's already passed.

...

At the hospital, Selena was taken into the operating room for emergency treatment. But it wasn’t long before the doctor emerged, shaking his head at Ava and the rest.

Next, with her brother on Devin's trail, she'd have nothing left to worry about. As for Everett, time would make him forget about Selena, and eventually, he'd turn his attention to her.

Joy was ecstatic. She hit up her favorite bar, dancing and drinking the night away. It was nearly two in the morning when she finally called it a night. Stumbling into her hotel room, she was grabbed from behind, a knife cool against her throat.

Joy froze, fear prickling her skin.

“Who are you?”

A sinister voice chuckled in her ear, “Ms. Joy, forgetting already? You just put a bounty on my head, and now you don’t know me?”

It was as if a bucket of icy water had been dumped over her, snapping Joy back to her senses.

“You’re... Devin? Let’s talk this out, what do you want?”