Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 487

She didn't feel the need to explain herself to him. It just wasn't worth the emotional energy.

"Mr. Everett, you're one to talk," she shot back, her lips curling into a sly smile. Over the past three years, he hadn't been twiddling his thumbs either. Without her, without Margot, a new flame had come into the picture and was clearly his favorite, making both her and Margot look like yesterday's news.

So, if she had started something, he had taken it to a whole new level. What gave him the right to be so confrontational now? Three years had passed, and she'd hoped he might have matured a bit, maybe picked up a bit of gentlemanly grace. But no, a jerk remains a jerk, no matter how much time passes!

Everett looked taken aback for a moment. It took him a second to catch on to who she was talking about. After all, she'd seen him with Yasmine in the hall.

Something flickered in his eyes as he stared at her, his gaze sharp and searching. He scrutinized her, as if trying to see right through her, before finally speaking. "Selena, Yasmine and I..."

But his words were cut off by the sudden ringtone of a phone.

was holding, its screen lit up with a glaring nickname: My Dearest

She'd even given him a few, which he'd found way too sugary until she whispered them during their intimate

falling out, he hadn't heard those names again.

he gripped Selena's wrist tightly,

you never called me anything that sappy when

it mean she'd been with Callum these past

his grip, and she frowned. Her "My Dearest Love" was obviously her son Mateo, not Dr. Campbell! But Mateo was

son!

stay calm, not giving anything away, and replied coolly, "Mr. Everett, what I call someone is none of your business, right? I don't need

she tried to pry his hand off, desperate to free herself from his grasp. Her resistance only seemed to fuel his

from her hand, his dark eyes fixed on the

eyes widened, her