Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 308

Everett's tone was icy, "Didn't I tell you to reach out to Derick if you need something? Stop calling me."

But on the other end, Margot's voice broke through, filled with panic and fear, her words laced with tears. "Everett... please, help me... I need help..."

"What's happening?"

The line suddenly became chaotic, Margot's words were cut off, making them hard to understand. After a piercing scream, the call abruptly ended. Everett frowned, quickly dialing back, but was only met with a persistent busy signal. No one picked up.

He hurried back to his bedroom, threw on a sweater, grabbed his car keys, and as he was about to leave, he glanced back at Selena without thinking. She was sound asleep, completely unaware of the turmoil.

Everett's hand lingered on the doorknob as he quietly closed the door behind him and rushed out.

His black Bentley tore through the night, the cool air washing over him.

As she slept, Selena was suddenly jolted awake by a cramp in her left leg.

"Everett..."

She called out, expecting him to be next to her, but the bed was empty.

Confusion flickered in her eyes, but she couldn't dwell on it. The cramp demanded her full attention. She focused on breathing deeply and straightening her leg to ease the pain. A light sheen of sweat formed on her forehead.

moments, the discomfort faded, and Selena exhaled slowly, sinking back

But since getting pregnant, little issues seemed to pop up

job. She was only

But...

a small smile tugging at

incredibly happy. Knowing the baby was growing inside

her eyelids drooped, and she drifted back to

woke up wrapped in Everett's arms, her eyes fluttering open to find his handsome jawline close by. Her

go out last night, or was she

eyes too, looking down at the soft, gentle woman

voice, husky from sleep, was irresistibly

he spoke, his hand wandered over her waist, drawing

a playful glare for being so cheeky first thing in

hand away, but curiosity got the better of her. "I woke up last night and didn't

her hair, pausing briefly at her

the study

That made sense.

filled with mischief. "Mrs. Bennett, are you so clingy?

without me by your say

He had her number!

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