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

the melon, claiming it was Brantley’s

young, Brantley understood she

waiting for Raphael to take

addressing the maid,

just had

eat

soup, paid the maid

Elissa, murmuring, “That soup

made it for you, right? He’s

I’ve got

one hundred

it from my

and Mrs. Jones, I have done a good job serving your family, have I not? I helped take Brantley to the hospital that night, didn’t I? You

taken aback

could respond, she retorted,

at the hospital, but you were our help back then and you were just doing what you

forget, we gave you a

We’ve done our part.