Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Selena was caught off guard. Everett never exactly gushed over her cooking, but he also never outright said he didn't like it. But you didn't always need words to get the message-his attitude spoke volumes, didn't it? "You didn't say it, but your actions screamed it-you just didn't like it!" She couldn't let her confidence waver!

Everett had been bottling up his irritation for days, and now he had the perfect opportunity to call her out. "Selena, you're convicting me based on your own imagination. Bravo!" he exclaimed loudly. Talk about irony.

Was it really her imagination running wild, or was he just ticked off because she'd hit the nail on the head? Deep down, didn't he know the truth?

Selena was annoyed, too, and felt like storming out, but she held onto a slice of common sense. Her task wasn't done yet.

Taking a deep breath, she shifted gears like nothing happened. "Well, if you're done eating, how about we chat about some business?"

Still fuming, Everett gave a cold chuckle and got up to leave.

"Everett!" Selena quickly grabbed his hand, her voice softening. "I'm sorry for my harsh words last time. Come on, be the bigger person and don't hold it against me, a delicate lady." Delicate lady?

she was, with a mouth that fired off like a

get to you. I was just

glared down

amount of flattery was going to win him over

felt the sting of having her

she deftly adjusted Everett's lapel and brushed off imaginary dust from his shoulder, smiling with a twinkle

admit, Selena could rile up Everett like no one else when she wanted to, but when

voice steady. "What's your angle this

was sharp enough to catch on eventually, so she got straight to the point. "Just a tiny favor. Just a word from you can make it

give your uncle's niece a leg up?"

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