Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 157

Bryan was always a bit of a loose cannon, drifting through life with no real direction. Getting into fights was just another Tuesday for him, and he was no stranger to the inside of a police station. A few days behind bars? No big deal. He'd be out soon enough, ready to cause more trouble. When it came to a girl who seemed frail, he didn't think twice about the law. To him, a good roughing-up would do the trick.

He knew all about the Bennett Corporation's clout, and Everett was a name that carried weight. Their reach in Newport was both deep and wide, cutting across both legal and illegal realms. Folks from every walk of life knew not to cross the Bennett family. So, he did pause for a second.

Kaylee noticed her husband's hesitance and saw it for what it was-fear. But her fierce protective instincts for her daughter overrode everything else.

She stepped up, hands on her hips, and spat insults at Selena. "You shameless hussy, who do you think you're scaring? Claire's already spilled the beans about how you threw yourself at Mr. Bennett. He's got no interest in you, so a cast-off like you daring to make a scene here is downright hilarious!

"Mr. Bennett's got himself a pianist mistress on the side. Who do you think you are? Even if you dropped dead right here, he wouldn't give a damn!"

She turned to Bryan, "Go on, honey, give her what she deserves, for Lydia!"

Bryan's anger flared even hotter. He was almost buying into Selena's taunts. He glared at Selena with pure malice.

was shocked at their blatant disregard for the law, and even more so that Claire would stand by and let it happen. The disappointment cut deep. They

way over, she had told Joy to call the police if she wasn't back in half an hour. Now, she just needed to stall until help

other men lunged at her. She dodged them a

run now!" Bryan sneered, yanking her hair and forcing her to look up.

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Selena wince, and she caught sight of her aunt lounging on the sofa, sipping tea

all, Selena refused to give in, her lips curling

his ego bruised. Claire

could do whatever he wanted. At most, it would be seen as a family business, a mere

cup from the table, raised

him crashing