Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

There was a brief moment of silence.

Selena was at a loss for words to describe how she felt right now.

In Everett's eyes, every move she'd made since her awakening seemed off-kilter. Only when she was meekly in love with him, did she fit into his version of 'normal,' right? Tears sprang to her eyes as she mourned the reckless devotion she'd once given him without a second thought.

She lowered her lashes, hiding the tears threatening to spill, and said in a casual tone, "So, you'd agree to anything I say?"

Everett lounged back in his seat, calmly adjusting his sleeves. "Try me."

Selena sniffled quietly. Well, since he was practically asking for it, it was time to go big or go home.

She didn't hesitate to say, "Give me half your fortune, and I'll tell you whatever you want to hear."

If the money was right, she could serve up an Oscar-worthy performance!

"...In your dreams."

what she'd expected. Selena let out a derisive laugh. "Men and their

before fishing out hers from

her eyes going wide when she saw the new bank alert. Everett had transferred a significant amount of money to her. "What's this

the next, he was sending money. Was he having a split

dark eyes flicking her way without offering an explanation. "Don't want it? Give it back, then!" Instinctively,

her enthusiasm and nodded toward the bowl of

bulb moment. He was switching tactics, trying to win

eye, her face lit up with a smile, her

resisting money. That bowl of oatmeal, now tinged with the taste of money,

dutifully ate, Everett

of the tightness in his

though the

cash left him a bit

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her five-figure oatmeal, replied, "It's different. The money learn myself versus money handed out by