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 over heels for

let out a self-deprecating chuckle. She didn't bite back and just asked coolly, "So,

brows knitted, but before he could

it out, noticing Dr. Campbell's name on the

said with a mocking edge, "You wanted me to

brow furrowed slightly, but she kept quiet

sound of running water

his tie and undid a few

stared at it for several seconds, then let out

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

long drag, and finally hit the answer

the news. Is everything okay at