Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 137

Everett finally lifted his eyes to meet hers.

Lydia, pulling out all the stops, fluttered her overly dramatic, spider-leg-like false eyelashes at him, trying to dazzle him with her gaze. She was dead set on winning him over.

Everett pushed the bowl of fish soup aside, his voice icy and detached, cutting her down with. "What makes you think you're better than Selena?"

Lydia was floored, not expecting him to say that. Just moments ago, she heard him trashing Selena's cooking. Lydia's soup wasn't her own handiwork-it was crafted by a top-notch chef from a five-star hotel, so it was perfect in every way. How could it not stack up against Selena's?

Besides, he hadn't even tried it yet.

As Lydia scrambled to come up with a response, Everett gave her the boot. "Get out."

Finally, having the chance to get close to him, Lydia wasn't about to let it slip away. She set the soup down, eyed his furrowed brow, and plucked up the courage to move behind the couch.

"Mr. Bennett, it's really unbecoming of a wife to make you so unhappy. Being angry isn't good for your health. I've picked up some massage skills; let me help you unwind a bit."

With a gentle touch, her hands landed on Everett's shoulders.

straight, leaving her hands hanging in the air. "I said, get out!"

a desperate sort of way. "Mr.

He saw right through her clumsy attempts. He'd only let her in because he was steamed at Selena, yet Lydia was

Everett stood, hands in his pockets, towering over her. "Without Selena, you wouldn't even get a sniff of Bennett Corporation.

was calm, yet it carried an undeniable weight, sending a chill down Lydia's

a next time, leave on your

face pale. She didn't

"Wait."

skipped a beat, thinking there might still be hope,

Don't

hold

yelme

clueless, she got the message-Everett was calling

the soup, she covered her face and

place was tainted.

crew in here now. I want

Derick hesitated. "...Yes."

just clean it this morning? What on earth