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."

peeked through, hinting at her alluring figure beneath. As she moved to take it off completely, his voice cut through

to you than any random

with anger, as if he wished he could burn away the frustration she caused

kicked the coffee table hard enough for it to slide across the floor with a heavy thud, showing just how much force

and now for a Derick or an Ava, she'd throw

about

he once would've scoffed at. Why couldn't

she held her ground, standing

it slide? Have I spoiled you so much that you've lost touch with reality? Can't you see everything I've done for you? Is your heart made of stone?" His grip was fierce,

heartless creature; she had feelings, flesh and blood, and yes, she

this time,