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.

and let it happen. The disappointment cut deep. They had lived under the same roof for years, after all... Without a second thought, Selena bolted for the

way over, she had told Joy to call the police

lunged at her. She dodged them a few times, but outmanned and not at her best, they managed

forcing her to look up. "Think you're tough, huh?

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she caught sight of her aunt lounging on the sofa, sipping tea like it was the

all, Selena refused to give in, her lips curling into a defiant

his ego bruised.

no heart, so he figured he could do whatever he wanted. At most, it would

grabbed an empty cup from the table,

sent him crashing