Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 405

Callum chuckled, pressing a fist to his lips to stifle a laugh. He watched her face closely, then dug into his lab coat pocket and pulled out a candy, offering it to her. "Here, have some candy. It might lift your spirits a bit."

Selena looked at him, surprised. "Where'd you get that? You didn't swipe it from the offerings, did you?"

She sure hoped not, because there was no way she'd eat it if he did!

"No worries," Callum replied with a gentle smile. "A little patient gave it to me during rounds this morning. Just thought I'd pass along the kindness." "Well, in that case, I won't say no. Thank that little one for me."

Selena took the candy from his palm, unwrapped it, and popped it into her mouth, letting the subtle sweetness wash over her taste buds.

She couldn't help but smile a bit. But when she looked up, there was Everett, standing in front of her with a face like thunder, eyes locked onto them. Callum noticed and said casually, "You two go ahead and chat. I'll go check on Josh."

With that, he walked away.

Everett strode over to Selena, gripping her shoulder and pinning her against a pillar, his eyes dark and probing. His voice was sharp.

"Weren't you feeling sick? How come you're all chatty now? What were you talking about?"

Selena just wanted to roll her eyes.

The nerve of this guy, acting all suspicious when he had his own skeletons.

so

cheerful?" Everett was clearly not

couldn't help but laugh. She looked

whatever you think we talked about, go ahead and believe it. If

she felt queasy

like that. He scooped her up and carried her back to the

ceremony wrapped up in the evening, dinner was ready, and Josh announced it was time to eat. Everyone found their seats. Selena was supposed to sit with the women,

turned a few heads, especially

a meaningful glance, "I know you've been busy with your little schemes lately, but you're getting ahead of yourselves. At least wait until

wait?"

then called out, "Isn't

was caught off guard, breaking into a sweat as he forced a smile, "Dad, you're joking.

hold back, chuckling,

be clear, the Bennett

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not shortcuts.

idle luxury. Otherwise

no

face turned grim. Besides Josh,