Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Everett chuckled, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Do you even hear yourself right now?"

Selena realized she'd misspoken. But instead of backing down, she shrugged it off. "What I meant was, the AC is cranked up too high, and I'm roasting! Is that so wrong?" Her knack for bending the truth was becoming more impressive by the day.

Everett decided it wasn't worth the hassle to argue. After wrapping up a couple of work calls, he finally stood up and sauntered over, his long strides making it look effortless. The scene was set.

Selena flashed a welcoming smile and patted the couch beside her. "Please, have a seat."

Everett glanced her way but sat down anyway.

Selena eagerly handed him a fork, her voice sweet as honey. "I whipped up these dishes just for you, keeping your preferences in mind. I was up at the crack of dawn cooking. Please, enjoy." Everett took the fork, speared a piece of fish, and took a bite.

Selena watched him intently, her eyes wide with anticipation. "So, how is it?"

"It's decent."

Buoyed by his response, Selena nudged toward another dish. "This one's even better, give it a try."

Everett obliged.

about it? What do

"Not bad."

over the phone a few days ago, she thought getting into Bennett Corporation today would be a miracle. Yet, here she was, and he

all the

hands were burnt and wrists ached, and she

win

back, it made

hadn't made this dish. Ava had prepared lunch, and as Selena was leaving, she had Ava pack it up, thinking it

work

estate, and when Selena

with them, probably because Ava's cooking was

wasted all that effort trying

Ava's talent. Seeing him

"You enjoy the

she'd let loose on him over the

his fork and took a sip of water. His dark eyes fixed on Selena, his voice calm and unreadable.