Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Everett looked at her with those dark eyes of his, sharp as ever, like he could see right through her.

She just stood there, expressionless, her gaze calm like a still pond, as if nothing could ruffle her anymore. The playful spark he used to adore in her was nowhere to be found. Everett felt a flicker of irritation. He clicked his tongue, letting his words slice through the air. "Selena, would you really rather sell yourself than be the respectable Mrs. Bennett?" Selena's thick lashes fluttered slightly.

There was bitterness in her heart, but she didn't let it show. Her response was as steady as ever, "Yes."

A solid yes!

Everett's hand gripped her slim neck, his voice turning sharp. "Then you're overvaluing yourself. With five hundred million, I can have any woman I want."

And that was the truth.

Selena looked up at him, her features deep and defined. He had the lips gossip magazines once dubbed the most kissable. At 6'2", Everett's proportions were just right, with a perfect waist, hips, and impossibly long legs, not to mention other... impressive traits. Everett was a walking magnet for women.

that naive girl for falling head

let out a self-deprecating chuckle. She didn't bite back and just

but before he could reply, Selena's

noticing Dr. Campbell's name on the screen, and moved to

the phone away, he said with a mocking edge, "You wanted me to pay up, right? Go

furrowed slightly, but she kept

running

tie and undid a few buttons of his

it for several seconds,

it, letting the cool breeze

a long drag, and finally hit the answer button, bringing the

everything okay at home? Did you drop