Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

A bitter taste crept up her throat as she watched Everett's cold, indifferent profile, and suddenly, Margot came to mind. If Margot and Rebecca were to have a falling out today, who would he stand by? Would he, as always, protect his dear cousin, or would he side with the

woman of his dreams? These thoughts swirled in her mind until she blurted out the question.

Everett's brows knitted in confusion, his patience wearing thin. "I'm talking about you. Why are you dragging in irrelevant stuff?"

"Hmph," Selena let out a light, mocking laugh. His avoidance and irritation spoke volumes. Margot versus Rebecca? The answer was obvious-it would always be Margot. Selena, would always be unimportant to him. No, that wasn't quite right. Despite all her efforts, Selena remained stuck outside his gates to his heart. Bickering about it seemed pointless.

In a heartbeat, Selena returned to her usual composed self, saying calmly, "Fine, I'll apologize." Making promises was easy enough. If he thought she'd actually apologize, he'd be waiting forever!

Lately, she'd been acting up like someone possessed, driving Everett up the wall. Even though she'd finally backed down, his frustration lingered. Noticing her pale lips and slightly reddened eyes, anyone would think he had hurt her deeply! But it was all her doing- throwing tantrums and playing the victim for show.

"Bad news! Mr. Josh has fainted!" A servant dashed out, shouting frantically.

master bedroom. Selena, initially frozen, quickly shook off her

her limbs weak. Josh

first aid, and turned to

staff to get the car ready. They carefully loaded Josh onto the car, with Callum accompanying him to keep

but noticed Selena sti standing there, dazed. He honked loudly. "Selena, what are you doing standing

Selena out of it. She frowned at Everett, annoyed by his attitude, but knowing there was

deep breath and walked

straight for the back door, opened it, sat down, and closed it in one smooth move. Everett's face darkened. "Sit in the front.

seething, gripped the steering wheel tighter, but he's worried about his grandpa and let it go. He slammed the pedal,

After about three hours, the red light finally