Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 145

Her eyes shone with joy, and her smile was as radiant as a blooming flower. She made no secret of her infatuation for him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, stood on her tiptoes, and slowly leaned in to offer her red lips.

As she got closer, Everett caught a whiff of her perfume - a scent that was all too common and slightly overwhelming, snapping him back to reality. The woman in front of him wasn't Selena, but Lydia, dressed just like her today! Fury surged through him as he grabbed her wrists and pushed her away with force. His eyes were bloodshot, his voice low and controlled. "Get out!"

Lydia stumbled, almost losing her balance. She hadn't expected Everett to be so sharp in this situation, and her heart skipped a beat. But what was done was done. If she didn't seize this moment, she'd never get another chance to be near him.

She glanced up, noticing the veins bulging on his neck, his eyes red with suppressed emotion, and the tension in his muscles under his shirt. She swallowed hard. No woman could resist such a man. She could already imagine how desirable and sensual he'd be in such intimate moments.

Determined, Lydia clung to him again. "Mr. Bennett, Selena sent me to look after you. I know you're hurting. Please don't push me away."

"From the first moment I saw you, I've been drawn to you. Don't worry. Whatever happens is my choice, and I won't cling to you afterward, I promise!"

get through to Everett. All he could hear were those haunting

to

voice as if it emerged from the depths of a dark

might snap, her face paling from the pain, but she dared not cry out because Everett looked terrifying. His

"Yes, yes... Selena orchestrated everything. She wants a divorce, hoping to

not my intention. I genuinely like you. I

her aside without a hint of compassion, causing her to hit the wall and feel dizzy. Everett

""Mr. Bennett..."

he stepped into the elevator.

fists clenched, her anger causing her chest to rise and fall rapidly. Who would benefit