Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Bennett Corporation, Conference Room.

Everett leaned back in his chair, casually listening to his team's enthusiastic presentation. A quick glance at his watch told him it was almost noon. But still, no sign of Selena.

Was she really double-crossing him? Did she take the money and run?

He picked up his phone, ready to message her and check where she was. But first, he noticed a message from Jaime.

Jaime, always stirring the pot, had sent: [Who'd have thought the great Mr. Bennett would get the cold shoulder from his wife? She deleted that lovey-dovey post from her social media!] Everett paused, then quickly checked his social media.

After refreshing it a few times, the post was gone. Instead, he saw that Selena had just liked a new post by Callum.

Almost the moment it went up, there was her like. That used to be his privilege!

With a cold sneer, Everett tossed his phone onto the table.

His team jumped at the sound, shooting worried looks his way, especially Mr. Hawkings, who was sweating bullets.

Stammering, he asked, "Mr. Bennett, is there... a problem?"

"Everything's a problem!" Everett snapped. "I gave you a huge budget, and this is the trash you give me? If you're not going to use your brain at work, don't bother showing up!"

The room fell silent, not a sound to be heard. Even Derick didn't dare breathe too hard.

perfect, but it wasn't trash either. What had set Mr. Bennett off

a new proposal by the end of the day, or hand in your

that, Everett got up and stormed

his office, he found Selena standing by the big window, dressed not in her usual dress but in a baggy tracksuit that

knew what she was doing-keeping her

his face

picking up on his foul mood. She'd heard he'd lost his temper in the

best had to push themselves to meet his demands. But he did pay well, so his anger wasn't entirely out of line when

be his punching bag. She'd

for him,

he

was done.

en

coffee table, tapped the lunchbox lightly, and told Everett, "Well, your lunch is here. Enjoy it. I'll be

her shoulder

her wrist, pulling her back onto the sofa. She looked

he tried

her. "I need to check what you brought.

think she'd give him a chance to take