Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 394

It was a collection of photos and descriptions of deserted islands, each nestled in different spots and boasting its own unique scenery. Selena's eyes widened, her fingers trembling uncontrollably. He was already making plans, ready to ship her off at the drop of a hat...

Had he really grown tired of her so fast, as if she were standing in the way of his romance with Margot?

Everett leaned back, resting his chin on his hand, watching her with a lazy curiosity. "Pick one," he drawled, "whichever you fancy." What did he think he was doing? Was this his twisted way of pretending to respect her wishes? He expected her to choose her own prison before banishing her to a desolate island? It was heartbreakingly cruel.

All she'd done was love the wrong person with the naive heart of youth. What crime was that? Selena couldn't take it anymore. Communicating with him felt impossible; they were on entirely different wavelengths. How could a jerk's thought process resemble that of a sane person? She'd been a fool to expect otherwise!

"Everett, if you're not right in the head, go get help, seriously. I'll even cover the doctor's fee. Don't be too proud to seek treatment!" The papers slipped off his face, scattering across the floor. Everett's lips tightened into a cold, hard line, a shadow darkening his handsome features. His self-control, which

to a wry laugh

"Selena, looks like you've got your strength back." With

and pushed her down onto the bed. Realizing his intentions, Selena fumed. Whenever he was out of arguments, this is how

resorted to bullying her.

with all her might-if she couldn't break free, she would scratch, bite, and kick. She hadn't trimmed her nails on purpose, making her scratches sting more. Before long, Everett's neck had three fresh scratch marks, and he tasted a hint of blood in his

strength

herself at a

her eyes