Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Selena shook off his hand with a hint of disgust, trying to keep her cool. "I'm not here to be your plus-one at the party. I actually had plans with Joy."

Everett let out a mocking laugh. "Joy's on a business trip and probably mid-flight right now. Selena, if you're going to come up with an excuse, at least make it believable." Mid-flight? Then who on earth sent her that message?

Seeing the slight change in her expression, as though she'd been caught in a lie, Everett's mood lifted slightly, his dark eyes softening just a touch. "Well, since you're here, let's make the most of it. I can forget about everything you've been up to lately. You're still Mrs. Bennett. Nothing's changed."

At that moment, Selena realized Everett wasn't just arrogantly confident but also pretty tone-deaf. No matter how often she brought up divorce, he just heard what he wanted to hear. He was about to send her packing, yet still flaunting his superiority right in front of her!

Just as Selena was about to fire back with a sharp retort, she caught sight of Derick. He was tucked away in a corner, hands clasped, staring at her with a pleading, puppy-dog look.

The words she was about to unleash got stuck in her throat. It seemed this party was a big deal. Otherwise, Derick wouldn't have risked tricking her into coming.

Her dark eyes flickered with a quick thought, and with a faint smile, she said, "Alright, I'll play nice."

Everett's grin showed his satisfaction. "Take her to get ready."

the dressing room with utmost respect. The stylists were already on standby. All she needed

like every other time, Selena went along with it all, not voicing a complaint, letting the recent divorce drama slide

"Thank you, ma'am, for going along with this. Otherwise, I'd be packing my bags for a

replied lazily, "No need

not

Selena emerged in an beige lace mermaid dress that hugged her curves perfectly, the fishtail hem giving it an

wavy black

skin glowing like diamond, embodying the image of a mermaid stepping onto

admiration glimmered in his eyes, but he

an eye roll. She couldn't care less about his opinion

his arm around Selena's slim waist,

were on them, whispers

James, leaning on his

breaking into a grin. "Mr. Bennett, Mrs. Bennett, it's great to see you