Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Everett almost thought he must've misheard her. Turning to face Selena, he couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh. "Selena, are you out of your mind with greed? You seriously think your cooking is worth that much?"

"Why not? Since you're so insistent on me doing it, I get to name my price. I'm asking for ten grand. You can always pass if you think it's not worth it. I might just order you some takeout instead. Consider it my good deed for the day." True to her word, Selena grabbed her phone, opened the app, and started scrolling, ready to order him the messiest, most despised barbecued food.

Everett's patience wore thin as a light sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead. He strode over, snatched the phone from her hand, tossed it onto the bed, and scooped her up. "Alright, ten grand it is. Let's see what kind of gourmet feast you can whip up."

...

After a short stint in the kitchen, under Everett's watchful gaze, Selena emerged with a bowl of pasta and set it down in front of him.

Everett glanced at it, immediately recognizing that the pasta was just briefly boiled in plain white sauce. He hadn't really expected Selena to churn out a meal worth ten thousand, but her lackluster attempt did amuse and frustrate him. With a disdainful shove, he pushed the bowl away, his dark eyes locking onto Selena as she sat across from him. "Not even some meat, Selena? Where do you get the nerve to ask for ten grand? Are you planning to hit it big with scams after the divorce, huh?"

Selena was baffled. She mentally docked a few points for his cheekiness before responding, "You should be grateful there's even pasta to eat. This was leftover from dinner-for the pigs tomorrow."

It was actually freshly made, but he was asking for it with his attitude.

Everett was in disbelief. The pasta was not freshly made and were leftovers meant for pigs?

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billionaire on the Forbes list, always the center of attention, and she dared to treat him like this? Selena, unfazed, shrugged. "This is it. Take it or leave it. I'm not that desperate for your ten grand." She stood up, ready to take the bowl back to

Everett say coldly,

an eyebrow.

raised his

might not pay

phone, his fingers rapidly tapping the screen

thrust the screen toward Selena, gritting his

up with a grin. She placed the bowl back in front

her a look

up the fork

of the pasta. He

The pasta was bland, something he'd normally turn his nose up at. However, he didn't put the fork down, instead going for

had to