A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Brantley expressed his eagerness to learn.

Before Raphael could respond, a knock at the front door interrupted.

He rose to answer it.

To his surprise, their former maid stood outside holding a melon.

Flustered, she stammered, “Mr.Jones, you’re home.”

He didn’t invite her in.

Indifferently, he asked, “What do you want?”

Straightening her collar, the maid hesitated before saying, “Can I come in? There’s something I’d like to discuss with you.”

and

maid offered to cut the melon, claiming it was

understood she

for

addressing

just had

can’t eat anything

in her soup, paid the maid

Elissa, murmuring, “That soup

it for you, right?

the thing! I’ve got

one hundred

it from my current employer but

your family, have I not? I helped take Brantley to the hospital that night, didn’t I? You wouldn’t turn down a small request

was taken aback

she retorted,

help back then

forget, we gave you a thousand dollars when you

We’ve done our part.