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?"

missed our wedding celebration, so we're

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, she stumbled upon Everett dining

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

and never brought it up again, comforting herself with the fact that at least she was

the moment she'd longed

joy, just disbelief, and absurdity. When she'd stopped

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was about, she wouldn't have come. It would only ruin

the look?" Everett noticed

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

to play the affectionate partner, but she was also holding back from giving him a piece of

trusts most. If he senses

Gramps...