Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 378

Back in her college days, Selena had made a few trips to the Capital for journalism gigs, and within minutes of arriving, she'd already mapped out her escape routes and hideouts. She was sure that by the time Everett noticed she was missing, she'd be well-hidden. After

all, being a journalist meant mastering the art of stealth.

Practically on autopilot, Selena lifted the hem of her dress and, balancing on her high heels, sprinted toward the ballroom's grand entrance.

Meanwhile, in the poker room, Everett had barely played a few hands, but his stack of chips was already towering. Sure, he was skilled, but the others were practically handing him their chips, eager to curry favor.

Even in high society, there were layers. As the heir to a top-tier fortune, Everett was at the pinnacle of this social ladder. Sharing a table with him was a chance no one wanted to miss, and losing some chips was a small price if it meant catching Mr. Everett's attention. But today, Everett seemed off, his mind clearly elsewhere, his pile of chips growing without a hint of a smile. The room exchanged confused glances, wondering what had him so distracted.

the ballroom's live surveillance. He spotted Selena's familiar silhouette returning from the terrace, her eyes scanning the room before

teeth, shoving his chips towards the center of the table with a dismissive gesture.

"Carry on, I'm out." Striding out of the poker room, he unbuttoned his

him in his tracks as if he'd seen a ghost. Selena approached him casually, a soft smile on her lips, "Quitting the game so soon? I was just about to come find

hangover pills. You get

she always kept them at home. His

still

hint

finally noticed his unease and raised an eyebrow, "What's up with you, Everett?

lose a bunch of

playful defiance seemed to dissolve his suspicions like smoke. He quickly caught up to her, pulling her into his arms and kissing her frown away, "If Mrs. Bennett doesn't like