Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 376

Selena couldn't help but scoff inwardly. Life wasn't just about remembering the good times and ignoring the bad. She had been foolish in the name of love one too many times; there was no way she was going to make the same mistake again with a man who didn't love

her back.

But for her son, she needed to learn how to navigate this situation, to break free from this cage.

She forced a smile, giving a small nod. The words that went against her heart felt like they'd attract a lightning bolt if she said them out loud.

Everett wasn't fooled by her reluctance. He knew Selena was naturally stubborn. If she had just given in easily, she wouldn't be Selena.

"Mrs. Bennett, you know I'm a businessman. I don't make losing deals. If you're going to agree to this deal with me, you need to follow through. Don't let me down, alright?"

His long fingers tilted Selena's chin up, his tone almost like a lover's whisper, yet it sent chills down her spine. His dark eyes were deep, like whirlpools that could pull you in with just one look-dangerous and mesmerizing.

high mountain flower, but underneath it all, he was nothing but a scoundrel. It took her ages to see his true colors, or she never would have married him three

to her, all connected to the internet

felt like torture-every day dragged on without the simple

phone was flooded with unread messages from her uncle, Ricky, Joy, and Dr. Campbell, mostly asking where she was and

carefully, afraid of causing more trouble. She was desperate to know how her baby was doing or to see her child via video

was heading to the

and early. Selena had planned to wait until he left, then find a way to ditch the bodyguards and meet

she was jolted awake by him before she could

her voice was still thick with sleep, "What

finally let her guard down and gotten some decent

you're coming with me to the

trip, why drag me

rolled over, curling back into the

up here with no freedom, yet now that I'm offering to take you out, you refuse. Mrs. Bennett, you seem to want it