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's lips tightened into a cold, hard line,

to a wry laugh

back." With that, he got up, strode over, grabbed her wrist,

his intentions, Selena

resorted to bullying her.

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

the strength

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

in her eyes as