Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Ricky was clearly holding back, refusing to reply, and instead burst out, "Did you have to go and plead with Everett for me?" "Why would you say that? Plead? He's... my husband, so naturally, he's supposed to back me up."

"But you two are splitting up!" Ricky exclaimed, panic in his voice. "Selena, don't bow down to him for my sake. He's not worth it!" Selena shot back instantly, "Who said we're getting divorced? It's just a bit of drama. We are fine. Don't jump to conclusions." "But he..."

"Ricky! How many times have I thrown the word 'divorce' around? Was I ever serious? Or do you just want to see your cousin unhappy?"

Ricky was taken aback and momentarily at a loss for words, but his eyes didn't lose their defiant, doubtful look.

Taking in his stubborn expression, Selena gave him a playful smack on the head. "You little brat. I'm telling you, this needs to be sorted out today. Stop causing trouble with your self-righteousness!" Ricky's face went a bit pale.

Selena realized she might have been a bit harsh, but this kid was getting way too headstrong and fiercely protective. He wouldn't listen without some tough love.

Sure enough, after a while, he finally relented, lowering his head, "I'm sorry. I'll listen to you..."

Selena let out a soft sigh, turning her attention to the car window as they drove along.

Before long, they arrived at the Campbell Estate. Selena, with Ricky in tow, made their way inside.

She had expected Sydney to be a bit difficult despite Everett's influence. Maybe she wouldn't give them a hard time but certainly not rolled out the red carpet. To her surprise, Sydney was quite approachable.

smile, not even bothering to inspect it closely. When Ricky apologized, she graciously said that realizing one's mistake was what mattered. Her warm demeanor was a far cry from the stern

with a slew of arguments,

of confusion flashed

it the gift that worked its magic, or did Everett not only vouch

just as puzzled; he hadn't forgotten how Sydney had harshly berated

over, Sydney sipped her

Bennett, that you not only had such a close bond with Everetty but was also good pals

call it a family

Callum?

Campbell boy

vouched for her. As the heir to the Campbell family, his words carried

chose to be accommodating

it was no

sip, savoring the rich, sweet aftertaste that spoke of its quality. Her appreciation for Callum deepened. Everett was her husband by law, yet asking him for help

knew,

comparing people could be

fathom how, three years ago, she'd