Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

His whole vibe screamed intense sexual charisma. Even if he weren't loaded, women would still be lining up for a chance at a fling with him. But with his wealth? It was a no-brainer.

A stunning caddy stepped up to hand him a towel. As Everett reached out, she let her fingernail graze his palm, making her intentions crystal clear.

To her shock, Everett tossed the towel back, saying, "Get someone else to do this."

The caddy went pale, stammering, "Mr. Bennett, did I... do something wrong?" She looked like a lost puppy.

Everett, unflinching, replied icily, "It's dirty."

His blunt rejection crushed her, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Why are you still here?" Jaime walked over. Unable to ignore her tears, he gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Don't take it personally. The only things he's got going for him are his looks and his wallet. His personality? Not so much. Plus, he's married. Me, though? I'm single and ready to mingle. You'd have more fun flirting with me, I promise..."

Hearing this, the caddy stopped crying and quickly bolted. Everyone knew Jaime was a notorious playboy; she wasn't about to become another notch on his bedpost.

Jaime chuckled in defeat, grumbling to Everett, "I was just trying to be nice, and she blew me off? Even in the looks department, I hold my own against you!"

bottle of mineral water, and took a long drink, looking effortlessly

perfect Mrs. Bennett. That land you gave away? I was eyeing it myself." Everett shrugged, hands in his pockets, gazing off into the distance. "If money can solve it, it's not

was one thing Everett

enviously, "Your wife is going to be moon.

over

for you in

Pup."

respond, but images of Selena's past playful seductions filled

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valuable land. I'm not asking for much, just that

clung to Everett's arm, acting

said, "Your plan was mediocre. What mattered

it was his own savvy maneuvers that did the trick, not Jaime's