Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

"Do you really think I can't handle you?"

With just a few words, he'd cornered her, and Selena felt rooted to the spot. Clenching her purse tightly, she forced a smile. "Alright, you're the client, your call."

Grabbing the outfit, she muttered curses under her breath as she headed to the bathroom to change.

In the car, Everett's expression softened a bit, but Selena grew more frustrated. She whipped out her phone, furiously texting Joy to vent her irritation. Joy didn't reply-maybe she was busy-leaving Selena's frustration unresolved.

Dinner was booked at Bennett Manor, a property owned by Bennett Corporation. As they reached the entrance of the private dining room, Everett paused and turned to her.

"What?" Selena asked, confused.

"Link arms with me."

"Why?"

is to welcome Callum back. He missed our wedding celebration, so

introduce her to his friends to be part of his social circle. But despite her subtle hints,

stood outside, stunned. As his lawful wife, she didn't dare confront him,

sleep and never brought it up again, comforting herself with the

moment she'd longed

felt no joy, just disbelief, and absurdity. When she'd stopped wanting anything, his

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what tonight was about, she wouldn't have come. It would

look?" Everett noticed her displeasure and

smile. "If you'd told me earlier, I wouldn't

to play the affectionate partner, but she

Callum is Gramps' doctor and the person he trusts most. If he senses

Gramps...