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

my previous words get to you. I was just blowing

attempts, he suddenly pulled his hand back and glared down at her. "Selena, just stop. I'm done hearing any more of

of flattery was going to win him over now. He didn't trust her

the sting of having her

adjusted Everett's lapel and brushed off imaginary dust from his shoulder, smiling with a twinkle in her eyes. "Surely there's no overnight

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

voice steady.

she got straight to the point. "Just

your uncle's niece a leg up?" Everett's tone was icy. "Selena, you know Bennett

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