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.

blending into the dusk. Derick stood by the car, visibly relieved to see her. "Ma'am, thanks for coming down." Selena glanced at him. The night was chilly, and he was just in a thin shirt, his face pale from

into her feud with Everett. Derick

him with such pity but didn't dare to ask. He simply opened the car door for her, as was his

the car,

as long as he kept his mouth shut and pretended to be a pendant, he

disdainfully withdrew her gaze and, instead of getting in, told Derick directly, "Derick, you can clock out and head home. I'll take

a problem?" Selena raised

self again. He thought tonight would be endless

the driver's seat, and

around. Selena glanced at Everett in the rearview mirror. Thanks to

car shooting forward like a rocket. A moment later, she slammed on the

surprise, Everett lurched forward, his head smacking against the seatback, and then was thrown back into the seat with a

could say anything, the car took a sharp left, then a right, his

a bit, the nauseating dizziness churned

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

brows furrowed as he stared at her like he didn't know

him countless times before, and it was always smooth and steady. To say she wasn't doing this on purpose was

her recent rebellious streak and odd behavior was palpable. It was like she