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!

documents and hurled them at his face. "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 he prided himself on, was continually shattered by this defiant

to a wry

you've got your strength back." With that, he got up, strode over, grabbed her

bed. Realizing his intentions, Selena fumed.

resorted to bullying her.

her space and intertwining with her lips. Only this seemed to ease the burning irritation in his chest, keeping him from genuinely losing his temper with her. Since the facade was already gone, Selena saw no reason to keep pretending. She fought back 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 mouth. Wiping it with the

strength

and Selena slowly found herself at a disadvantage, her hands pinned above her

her eyes as