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!"

didn't get through to Everett. All he could hear were those

me to look after

gripped Lydia's wrist tightly, his eyes piercing, his voice as if it emerged from the depths of a dark abyss. "Selena sent

her face paling from the pain, but she dared not cry out because Everett looked terrifying. His gaze was like an axe dangling over

and she nodded shakily, "Yes, yes... Selena orchestrated everything. She wants a divorce,

not my intention. I genuinely

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

""Mr. Bennett..."

he stepped into the elevator. The doors closed

clenched, her anger causing her chest to rise