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!"

open a bottle of mineral water, and

the 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 a

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sipping his champagne, said enviously, "Your wife is going to

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be waiting for

Pup."

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you gave her uncle that valuable land. I'm not asking for

Everett's arm, acting like a spoiled

and said, "Your plan was mediocre. What mattered was

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