บททั้งหมดของ After Losing My Memory, I Divorced the Regretful CEO: บทที่ 461 - บทที่ 470

Dolly shot me a glare when I didn’t react.She smiled at Amy and said, “Miss Lane, you’re too polite. Just have a seat. But Mr. Wynn’s really busy, so he probably won’t be coming back. If there’s anything you’d like to say, you can tell me. I’ll pass it along to him.”Amy frowned slightly. “And who are you to Mr. Wynn?”Quick on her feet, Dolly grinned. “I’m the full-time housekeeper for Mr. Wynn and Miss White. Don’t underestimate my job—I make two hundred thousand dollars a year, you know!”Dolly was spewing nonsense again.But Amy clearly bought it. She asked curiously, “Really... two hundred thousand dollars a year?”Dolly waved a hand dismissively. “Isn’t that normal? You think I’d settle for anything less working for Mr. Wynn? I even get commission and various allowances.”Amy stood frozen. “Commission and allowances? How much is that in total?”Dolly did a quick mental calculation. “Not too much— three to four hundred thousand dollar a year.”I lay on the hospital bed, speechle

I froze, not quite believing what I’d just heard.I said, “Dolly, what are you even talking about?”But she stayed serious. “Eve, I know you’re not the kind of woman who flirts around. But you’ve finally got a man who’s not only amazing but truly loves you. You need to be a little more mindful.”I gave a half-laugh, half-sigh. “Mindful of what? Come on, Dolly, you’ve got it all wrong. Trey’s just like that—he likes giving gifts to women. “He’s always buying paintings from Sharon and trying to impress Tina. That’s just who he is—a total playboy.”Dolly shot me a sharp look, then pulled the brooch out and tossed it into my hands. “Then tell me, how much is this thing worth?”I took a closer look. The most eye-catching part was the sapphire, glinting like a piece of blue candy. The diamonds around it, the intricate craftsmanship—it was from a luxury brand. And with brand markup...I hesitated. “Maybe… two million?”Dolly stared at me. “And you still think it’s normal for someone to c

The screen dimmed.Miles tapped it again, deep in thought, and started reviewing the footage once more.It was a dull, repetitive process, but he watched it carefully.The video ended with the truck disappearing down the road.That was it. And the footage itself had only been captured thanks to a forest patrol camera, installed by a ranger as a precaution against wildfires.Ordinarily, that stretch of road only had surveillance at the entry point and another camera five hundred meters farther down.Which meant the driver had chosen both the time and location deliberately.This wasn’t an accident.It was a premeditated attack.And what made it all the heavier was the conclusion drawn after careful analysis that this wasn’t aimed at Evelyn.It was meant for him.No one had known he’d switched shifts with Evelyn that day, agreeing to send Marsha back to the family estate in her place.So, that was why he’d looked at Evelyn earlier, hesitating to say anything.He was the one who brought da

Julian’s expression twisted with sarcasm. “You’re afraid Miles will find out?”I stayed silent.Silence meant yes, and Julian’s face turned cold.He tossed the bouquet onto the grass. “Forget it. I just came to see how you were. Since you’re fine, I’ll go.”I still said nothing.He took a few steps, then suddenly turned back.I sat in the wheelchair, watching the complicated look on his face.In the end, I softened. I sighed. “Julian, we’re divorced. You should go back.”He hesitated, standing right in front of me. “Eve, I saw the news these days. You seem… happy.”I didn’t confirm nor deny. After all, if I told him I was happy and doing well, wouldn’t that only make him angry?Then I found myself laughing inside.Was I really still worried about how Julian felt about me?I spoke slowly. “Julian, you should go back to the company. They need you.”His eyes flickered, but then he said flatly, “Whether I’m there or not doesn’t matter anymore. The board doesn’t care about me.”I frowned

Dolly gave me a sharp look, her expression screamed utter disappointment.We returned to the hospital room, and sure enough, Amy hadn’t left.She was peeling fruit, slicing it carefully into a bowl.Dolly’s eyes landed on the hand that had just wrung out a filthy mop now holding freshly peeled fruit, and her expression turned complicated.She quickly snatched the knife and bowl from Amy’s hands. “Miss Lane, your hand’s injured. You should go rest.”Amy glanced at me apologetically and said shyly, “I’m fine. Miss White, you’re back from your checkup? What did the doctor say?”I brushed off the question with a vague answer and started trying to ease her out. “Miss Lane, Miles won’t be coming today. He’s tied up in meetings at the office. Maybe you should head home for now?”Her face fell instantly. She lowered her head, looking wounded. “Is Miss White bothered by me being here? I just wanted to help.”I winced inwardly. These were the kinds of situations I dreaded most.I really didn’t