Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 389

She always knew he was a piece of work, but every time they clashed, he managed to surprise her all over again. Her nostrils flared with anger, and her dark eyes narrowed as she shot daggers at him.

Everett looked back at her with an infuriating calm, waiting for her to admit she was wrong, to give in and go along with what he wanted. But Selena wasn't one to just roll over. If she had been, she wouldn't have stuck around as his doormat for three years. Whatever he was after, she wasn't about to hand it over.

"Alright then."

A sudden smile played on Selena's lips as she began unbuttoning her blouse, her fingers trembling but determined.

"If Mr. Everett wants it, then Mr. Everett shall have it."

her alluring figure beneath. As she moved to take it off completely, his voice cut through the tension, teeth

less important to you

flaring up again because of this ungrateful woman. His eyes practically blazed with anger, as if he wished he could burn

the coffee table hard enough for it to slide across the floor with a heavy thud,

brother, and now for a

what about him, her

once would've scoffed at. Why couldn't she give him just a little something in return? Why couldn't they

little flutter, but she held her ground, standing firm against

red, tears threatening to spill as an unexpected wave of hurt washed over him. He pulled Selena close, gripping her shoulders tightly as he looked down at her cool expression, demanding answers. "Selena, do you really think no matter what you do, I'll just keep letting it slide? Have I spoiled you so much

some heartless creature; she had feelings, flesh and blood, and yes, she could feel hurt and injustice

this time,