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?

was, with a mouth that fired off like a machine

took another breath and continued, "Please, don't let my previous words get to you. I was

hand back and glared down

going to win him over now. He didn't

sting of having her plan

fell flat, shewould switch tactics. Standing up, she deftly adjusted Everett's lapel and brushed off imaginary dust from

Everett like no one else when she wanted to, but when she turned on

stay cool, his voice steady.

she got straight to the point. "Just a tiny favor. Just a word from you can

leg up?" Everett's tone was icy. "Selena,

the CEO,