Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 164

Selena knew Joy wasn't just bragging. As the head honcho of PR at Bennett Corporation, she was in tight with all sorts of media folks. Her smooth-talking, generous gestures, and knack for getting along with people, combined with the Bennett Corporation clout, meant the press was always ready to play ball with her.

Getting front-page headlines was a walk in the park for Joy, but what really set her apart was how these media outlets acted as her eyes and ears. She could easily get the scoop on anything she wanted and dig into any story effortlessly.

Even though Selena was a journalist with her own network and channels, there were some things she preferred to keep at arm's length.

"Joy, there's no way Lydia's dodging a legal bullet, so let's not waste time on her. I actually need your help with something else."

Joy perked up right away. "Name it, and I'll get it done!"

"Remember when I told you how Everett used me to butter up a business partner?" Selena said, her eyes dropping as she idly turned her teacup. "He swears it wasn't him and promised to get to the bottom of it."

"I figured. Everett wouldn't sink that low," Joy replied, not surprised but a bit relieved. Still, she noticed the worry on Selena's face.

So, she asked, "If it wasn't Everett, why the long face?"

Selena met her gaze with a slight lift of her eyelids, countering with, "If not Everett, who else could it be?"

The answer was implied: who else but the ambitious Margot?

though Everett promised to investigate, she worried he might not be completely

But she knew they needed facts, not guesses. She vowed, "Selena, I'll dig deep for you!

then, Everett strolled down the stairs, each step exuding a model-like grace, even in

a cold shower, his face was like a thundercloud, as

and looked at Joy with half-open eyes. "What's so pressing you had

was cool and neutral, but those who knew him could feel the storm brewing

turned meek, her voice trembling. "Everett,

Words failed her.

Selena

push

about to let Everett

not oriend around, especiallet

that was his own to doing.

back, "I asked her here. If you've got beef, take it

barely hidden frustration, locked onto hers, his emotions a tangled

waist. "Only you dare to rile me up

really

but held her

all unfold, felt her lashes