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.”

relented and allowed her

maid offered to cut the

young, Brantley understood she no longer worked

remained silent waiting for

patted Brantley’s back, addressing the maid, “Spit

just had his

can’t eat anything

her soup, paid the maid

Elissa,

Jones made it for you, right? He’s such a good

thing! I’ve

one

tried getting it from my current employer but

I not? I helped take Brantley to the

aback by

she retorted, “You’ve got it

the hospital, but you were our help back then and

gave you a thousand

We’ve done our part.