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?"

briefly, "This dinner is to welcome Callum back. He missed our

couple, hosting a dinner for his close friend seemed normal. For three years, she'd hoped Everett would introduce her to his friends to be part of his social circle. But despite her subtle hints, Everett didn't budge. Once,

wife, she didn't dare confront him, fearing she'd anger Everett

again, comforting herself with the fact that

moment she'd longed

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

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she known what tonight was about, she wouldn't have

with the look?" Everett

tight-lipped smile. "If you'd

to play the affectionate partner, but she was also holding back from

person he trusts most. If he senses something's

Gramps...