Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 158

Selena's legs turned to jelly, and she stumbled slightly, only for Everett to swoop in, wrap his long arms around her waist, and pull her close, letting her lean against him.

Nearby, Kaylee rushed over to help her husband, tears streaming down her face. She shot an angry glare at Everett, "Who do you think you are, barging in here and attacking my husband? This is a family matter, and I'm calling the cops on you!" Everett, unfazed, dropped his gaze lazily. He eyed Kaylee, who was making a scene, before turning his attention to Claire.

Claire, who had been coolly sipping her coffee just moments earlier, was now in a tizzy, having knocked over her cup. She stood there, flustered, nervously rubbing her hands on her pants.

"Ask her who I am and whether I have a say in this family drama!" Everett said coolly.

Kaylee spun around to challenge Claire, "Claire, your brother's been beaten up, and you're just standing there doing nothing!"

"H-he's... he's Mr. Bennett, Selena's husband..." Claire stammered, her voice barely a whisper, tinged with fear and guilt.

Everyone was stunned. Wasn't Selena supposed to be out of favor? Why would Mr. Bennett show up and protect her so fiercely?

Kaylee blurted out the question everyone was thinking.

wife and I have always been deeply

you! You couldn't stand Selena, so you

wasn't one

feared Everett but not

one pushing Lydia to marry rich, flaunting her like some brainless beauty. I thought she had some charm, but she had to resort to drugs! How come she still couldn't snag the guy? Don't blame me when your plan backfires. Blame your

scene turned into

He said calmly, "Handle this mess, and make sure you get their confessions word for

looked down at Selena, his voice softening.

Still shaken, Selena instinctively

some distance from Everett. She nodded, about to say she could manage. But before she could Everett bent down, one arm around her shoulders, the other scooping up her legs, lifting her into

Selena was stunned.

waiting at the door. The

a moment, neither spoke. The

but think back to yesterday, when she'd stormed off and left behind a