Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 146

In Bennett Corporation's underground parking lot, Selena sat in the driver's seat, just having started the car, when her phone rang. She pulled it out of her bag and saw Everett's name flash on the screen. Puzzled, she wondered if she'd left something behind. With a swipe across the screen, she answered, "Hey, what's up?"

"Where are you?" His voice was tense and breathless as if he were running or something.

Selena's curiosity piqued, but she answered honestly, "I'm in the B1 garage, about to-"

Before she could finish, the line went dead.

She let out a sigh of exasperation. Was he having one of his weird episodes again? She tossed her phone onto the dashboard, and pressed the gas gently, ready to head out. But just then, the driver's door swung open. Startled, Selena slammed on the brakes, turning to see Everett standing there.

"What the heck..." she blurted, her voice still shaky from the scare.

Ignoring her question, he leaned in, unbuckled her seatbelt with a click, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her out of the car.

He yanked open the back door, shoved her inside, and climbed in himself, his tall frame looming over her in the cramped space.

that Selena's mind was a blur until his lips crashed onto hers in

face went pale with

and venting his anger

couldn't stand Everett's treatment, flailing her arms and legs in protest.

had she done to tick him

head. His

crazy here? Selena,

this far. You drugged me hoping I would sleep with someone else just so you could get half of my assets

rage. "You've been playing quite the game, haven't you? Acting all innocent this past month to lower my guard. I really underestimated your

was completely blindsided. She understood every word, but together, they made

have no idea what you're talking about! Everett, calm

pressed close, and

his tension. His skin was hot to the touch, sweat was beading on his forehead, and his gaze was dark and frightening.

a wave of

meal? Was it the

grip tightened on her cheeks, his voice a low growl, "You cooked the meal, right? Today, of