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."

buttons were undone, her pale skin peeked through, hinting at her alluring figure beneath. As she moved to take

you than any random guy off the

this ungrateful woman. His eyes practically blazed with anger, as if he wished he could burn away the frustration she caused him. Selena

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

for her uncle and brother, and now for a Derick or an Ava, she'd throw her pride out

about him,

romantic gestures he once would've scoffed at. Why couldn't she give

little flutter, but she held her

keep letting 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, causing her pain. Selena winced and tried to pull away, but the more she struggled, the harder he held on, desperate for

had feelings, flesh and blood, and yes, she

this time,