Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Selena gritted her teeth. "Are you threatening me?"

"Threatening you? No way, I'm just having a friendly chat with you."

Selena was at a loss for words. She knew all too well that the jerk always followed through on his threats. He was fearless and relied on his power. Joy had kindly offered her a place to stay, risking the wrath of that bastard. Selena couldn't let him show up and cause

trouble.

She had her pride, after all.

Clenching her fists, Selena said, "Just you wait!" After hanging up, she headed to her room to change her clothes.

Joy was curled up in a blanket on the bed, her eyes filled with worry as she watched Selena. "Should I... come down with you?" Even as she said it, her trembling betrayed her fear.

Joy was usually fearless, but even she cowered when faced with Everett's tyranny, showing just how insufferable he usually was.

"It's okay.. You go back to sleep."

Still worried, Joy added, "My phone will be on. Call me if you need anything."

Selena waved her off and strode out.

a black Rolls-Royce was parked under a streetlight, almost blending into the dusk. Derick stood by the car, visibly relieved to see her. "Ma'am, thanks

feud with

him with such pity but didn't dare to ask. He simply opened

to see Everett lounging on the other side of the car, eyes

be a

directly, "Derick, you can clock out and head

problem?" Selena raised

her usual self again. He thought tonight would be endless

into the driver's

glanced at Everett in the rearview mirror. Thanks to her usually

gas, the car shooting forward like

head smacking against the seatback, and then was thrown back into the seat

before he could say anything, the car took a sharp left, then a right, his body swaying with the

bit, the nauseating dizziness churned inside him, and his

at Moon Bay, Everett quickly got out, leaning against the car and gasping for air. His dark eyes glared at Selena like daggers. It's like he wanted to tear her apart. Selena dangled the car keys and smirked. "Sorry about that, my driving is just a bit wild.

brows furrowed as he stared

smooth and steady. To say she wasn't doing this on purpose was

odd behavior was palpable. It was like she was a different person. A