Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 181

Chapter 181

The car rolled up to the club's entrance, its polished exterior gleaming under the dim lights. The doorman, ever attentive, rushed over to swing the door open.

Selena glanced up at the grand entrance, her hand resting on her knee, tensing up without her even realizing it. For a moment, she sat still.

Then, suddenly, Everett's tall figure filled the doorway, blocking her view. He extended his hand to her, saying, "Come on out."

Selena's eyes lingered on his hand-strong, with well-defined knuckles. His broad palm seemed like it could promise endless security. Almost as if in a trance, she gently placed her hand in his, allowing him to guide her inside.

They walked through the club, stopping only when they reached the door of the private room where everything had gone down. Everett glanced at Selena, picking up on the subtle fear flickering in her eyes. Refusing to let her back away, he held her hand firmly and pushed the door open.

Inside were five people. Two of them stood, looking familiar. They were Everett's bodyguards, and a rare sight, always lurking in the

was the boss who had harassed her and his two henchmen. The room had been too dark that night for her to make out the boss' face, but the two goons were unforgettable. Their images burned into her memory forever. Everett's deep

her lips together,

sight of Everett, his eyes widened in shock. When he

his cigarette pack, intending to light one up, but when he caught a glimpse of Selena, he thought better of it, slipping the cigarette back

tech company. But it's mostly a front. He runs an online

spoke,

pale fear to a sickly green, then to a deep, embarrassed purple. He had worked hard to clean up his act and even snagged

butter.

project did your company and Bennett Corporation team up on, that I'd be willing to throw my own wife into