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?

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

got the hint. But she knew they needed facts, not guesses. She vowed, "Selena, I'll dig deep for you! If Margot's behind it, Everett will see

down the stairs, each step

fresh from a cold shower, his face was like a thundercloud, as if the world owed him big

Selena, casually draping an arm around her waist, and looked at Joy with half-open eyes. "What's so

neutral, but those who knew

voice trembling.

Words failed her.

Selena

push

about to let Everett

not oriend around, especiallet

was his own to doing. Content

If you've got beef, take it

eyes, simmering with barely hidden frustration, locked onto hers, his emotions a tangled mess. He was her husband, but whose

Suddenly, he pinched her waist. "Only you dare to rile

was really riling

fire back but held her

all unfold, felt her