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!

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 woman. He'd exhausted a lifetime's worth of patience on her, yet she remained more challenging than any project

a wry laugh by

back." With that, he

his intentions, Selena fumed. Whenever he was out of arguments, this is

resorted to bullying her.

scratch, bite, and kick. She hadn't trimmed her nails

strength difference

found herself at a disadvantage, her hands pinned above her

her