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?"

Callum back. He missed our wedding

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.

As his lawful wife, she didn't dare confront him, fearing she'd anger Everett and

up again, comforting herself with the

moment she'd longed

disbelief, and absurdity. When she'd stopped wanting

en

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was about, she wouldn't have come. It

the look?" Everett noticed her

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

affectionate partner, but she was also holding back from giving

he trusts most. If he senses something's

Gramps...