Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Selena stayed quiet for quite a bit before her deep, dark eyes finally landed on Everett's face. "Are all of these for me?"

"Yep." Everett lifted his chin, hands tucked in his pockets, waiting for her to light up with joy.

"What's your game here?"

Everett shot her a sidelong glance, his dark eyes piercing. "Aren't these the kinds of things you love?"

It was all about her superficial tastes, after all. If it meant she'd quit her antics, he didn't mind taking a leaf out of Jaime's book to pamper her a little.

Catching the undertone of his words, Selena walked over, grabbed one of the bags casually, and gently caressed it. "I do like them. This bag, for instance, is one of a kind, the stuff of dreams for many women." Everett wasn't surprised by her answer; her charade was finally nearing its end.

"Too bad, I'm over it," Selena said, putting the bag down and trying to tear her eyes away from it, restraining her excitement.

She had just boldly claimed in front of Margot that she'd never land an interview with Ink & Insight in her lifetime, but then he went ahead and secured it for her, making her eat her words.

Was he still playing games after such a brazen slap to her ego? Who was he trying to annoy?

only one thing I'm interested

frown creased Everett's forehead, but he quickly got the drift and

Selena pulled out a divorce

in an instant. Was this woman stuck on repeat?

and tore it up without

him. Once he was done, she simply pulled

paparazzi

now,

finaliwe'll have the lawyers

divorce tomorrow. It'll all

and there'll be no risk of

about me using the divorce as a publicity

agree to go public,

eyes coldly fixed on her. "You've