Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 462

Her wrist tightened suddenly, the grip so fierce it felt like her bones might just give way. Margot cried out, unable to hold back her scream. "Everett, let go, it hurts..."

In a blink, Everett tossed her aside, his eyelids heavy with the haze of intoxication, yet he spoke with a clarity that cut through, "You're not Selena!"

Margot nearly hit the floor, a cocktail of anger and humiliation swirling inside her. She'd gone so far as to pretend to be that witch Selena, and still, he wouldn't show her the slightest bit of tenderness.

Clenching her teeth, she swallowed her fury and forced a smile, "Everett, I am Selena, your wife. You're just too drunk to see straight..."

This time, she wasn't about to give him a chance to figure things out. She lunged at Everett, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him with abandon.

After all, men were all the same, right? Once they reacted, everything else would fall into place. If she could just get Everett to sleep with her, she'd have every right to demand he take responsibility, and then they'd be together forever!

came up short. Even drunk, Everett managed to lift her off by one shoulder and, with zero mercy, tossed her

mess seemed to shake Everett awake. He sat up, rubbing his temples, confused about how he'd ended up here, his

his dark eyes grew even darker,

pushed away again and again had left Margot deeply hurt, and yet he stayed as cold as ever, driving

anything you want in bed. Why won't you choose me?" "Everett, Selena's already filed for divorce. She's been messing around with other guys

over to the bed, looking up at him with a gaze full

can do

that, she tore open her blouse, revealing her shoulders and chest, trying to grab his hand to touch

always been brimming with confidence. Over the years, she'd kept herself in top shape, spending a fortune on her looks-face, chest, body-through all sorts of cosmetic tweaks, always ready to become

fool, had fallen head