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

the

Brantley understood she

remained silent waiting for Raphael to take the

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

just had

eat anything

engrossed in her soup, paid the maid no

glanced at Elissa, murmuring, “That

for you, right? He’s

is the thing! I’ve got a favor

one hundred

tried getting it from my

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

taken aback

respond, she

helped out at the hospital, but you were our help

you a thousand dollars

We’ve done our part.