Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

No wonder Selena, with her usually sky-high standards, couldn't stop singing his praises and was completely smitten.

Everett's features were strikingly handsome. His well-structured physique was further accentuated by the tailored black suit he wore. He radiated an air of noble elegance that was downright captivating. With his presence and aura, it was clear he was a cut above the rest. Grace smiled warmly and said, "It's great to have you home. Everyone, please sit down. No need to stand around." She then turned to Marian and added, "Could you pour another cup of coffee for our guest?" "Of course, ma'am."

Dinner was still a little while away, and after the earlier tense situation, the atmosphere was a bit awkward, especially with Everett, who naturally sported a cold demeanor, sitting there looking like he'd rather be anywhere else. Grace found it impossible to engage in casual conversation with him as she could with Callum.

She was keen to chat with Callum, but with her grandson-in-law right there, she felt it was best not to be overly enthusiastic, leaving her a bit stuck. So, she chose to keep quiet.

Everett was not one to start conversations, and Callum, usually easy-going and chatty, was oddly silent, too. It was as if everyone had hit the mute button, and the vibe in the room cooled considerably.

The usually vibrant Grace seemed noticeably deflated. Seeing this, Selena couldn't take it anymore. She stood up, pulling Everett along with her. "Gran, Callum, you two have a chat. I need to have a word with Everett outside."

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Everett visibly cringe and refuse to go any further. Selena glanced at him with a hint of scorn, turned around with her arms crossed, and looked up at him, getting straight to the point. "When did you get here?" Hearing this, a shadow crossed Everett's face, and his voice dripped with sarcasm as

He

you I was coming home to

"He did."

you wait for me?" Everett stepped closer, his voice cold with

smile. "I waited, but when I didn't see you, I figured you weren't coming

nonchalant attitude

left right after eight o'clock, so you were not willing to wait even a second longer. And why didn't you just call me? Is it really

to call, hoping for an explanation, only to end up humiliated. Either he

had always known what the outcome would be, yet she would