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 allowed her

offered to cut the melon, claiming it was

Brantley understood she no

waiting for Raphael

back, addressing the maid,

just had

eat

soup, paid the maid no

maid glanced at Elissa,

you, right? He’s such a

here is the thing! I’ve got

need one

it from my

good job serving your family, have I not? I helped take Brantley to the hospital that night, didn’t I? You wouldn’t

taken aback by her

could respond, she retorted, “You’ve got

were our help back then and you were just

we gave you a

We’ve done our part.