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.

been that naive girl for falling head over

bite back and just asked coolly, "So,

knitted, but before he could

Campbell's name

temper flared. Snatching the phone away, he said

brow furrowed slightly, but she kept quiet and headed to

of running water filled

his tie and undid a few buttons of his shirt.

at it for several seconds, then let out a

it, letting the cool breeze in, though it did nothing to cool

lit a cigarette, took a long drag, and finally hit the answer button, bringing the

through, "Selena, I saw the news. Is everything okay at home? Did you drop by this afternoon? My assistant