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?"

welcome Callum back. He missed our wedding

close friend seemed normal. For three years, she'd hoped Everett would introduce her to his friends to be

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

never brought it up again, comforting herself with the fact that at

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the look?" Everett noticed her

managed a tight-lipped smile. "If you'd

did she not want to play the affectionate partner, but she was also holding back from giving him a piece

Gramps' doctor and the person he trusts most. If he senses something's off, Gramps will

Gramps...