Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 364

The man had an aura that could fill a room, and those dark eyes of his seemed like they could see right through you. His gaze brushed over the bowl on the table before landing on Selena's slightly pale cheeks. "Why are you suddenly taking medicine?" he asked.

Ava froze, a cold sweat breaking out across her back.

Selena's heart was doing somersaults, but she kept her face calm. "Ava noticed I was looking a bit off," she replied casually, "so she made me some herbal soup to perk me up."

She kept her eyes fixed on the man, not even blinking.

Everett narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing her. "Is that so?"

"If you don't believe me, Mr. Everett, feel free to have it tested!" Selena shot back, her voice laced with sarcasm. She slammed the bowl back on the table with a sharp clink, feigning annoyance. The tension in the room was palpable.

Trying to ease the situation, Ava piped up, "Sir, Ma'am, I took it upon myself. These herbs are from my own garden. My daughter-in-law was weak after giving birth, and this soup helped her recover. I figured it might help the lady too." "If it's not right, I... I won't make it again. I'll just toss this one out!" She moved to grab the bowl.

"Forget it," Everett said with a dismissive wave. "If it works, let her try it. She does look pretty frail." His voice dropped on the last few words, tinged with an ambiguous undertone.

Before anything significant could happen, she'd be out of breath, and if it went on a bit longer, she'd be half-dead. She really did need some strengthening.

Selena caught the meaning behind his words and silently gritted her teeth.

What a shameless jerk!

too and looked at her increasingly

shifting gears, "You've got fifteen minutes to get ready.

Heading out? Where to?

Selena frowned, puzzled.

tapped his watch, reminding her of the time, and

gone, Ava almost collapsed but steadied herself by gripping the dining table, urging, "Ma'am,

"Thank you,

have been

she downed the soup

headed to her room to change, quickly scribbling a note on a sticky pad and slipping it into her clothes. After checking in the mirror to make sure it wouldn't be seen,

leaning against

was dressed all

glance

wn

times.

was this all

his hand as he helped her in, then leaned

with a cool detachment, her