Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 499

Everett crushed them with the ease of squashing a bug beneath his shoe. The mess between her and that awful man was not something her family needed to be caught up in. "Alright, go back and keep an eye on your uncle. I'm off," she said.

Ricky watched Selena walk away, a deep furrow settling in his brows. Should he intervene somehow...?

...

Selena hopped into the taxi and the driver asked, "Where to, miss?"

Though she intended to give the address to Brook's house, the words that left her mouth were "Moon Bay" instead.

Roughly an hour and a half later, the car pulled up. She stepped out, standing at the doorway, gazing up at the lavish villa before her, a place brimming with memories. Sweet and bitter moments, pain and resentment, despair and anger. All those emotions she believed had faded now resurfaced with stark clarity as she stood there. Suddenly, even breathing felt a bit labored.

The heavy wooden door creaked open, and a servant appeared, greeting her with respect, "Madam, you're back."

Selena recognized her. She used to work at the old place, probably brought over to take care of Everett after Ava left.

"Just call me Ms. Selena. I'm not Mrs. Bennett anymore," she corrected softly.

Mrs. Bennett divorced? When did that happen? The master never mentioned it... Selena, unfazed by the servant's reaction, walked straight in. Inside, the villa looked just as it did three years

his head out from the kitchen, and with a casual tone said,

a moment to observe him. He used to keep his distance from the kitchen, believing that gentlemen shouldn't cook. Yet here he was, wearing a suit with

envisioned, and she

apron, a hint of warmth softened his typically cold demeanor, making him seem almost approachable,

en novelxo

chair for her, "Please, have a

gave him a cursory glance

OUMS

from her. Though the setting was a candlelit

glasses of perfectly decanted

some of your favorite dishes. They turned out pretty good. Why don't you give them a try and let me know what you

that, he picked up some chopsticks and placed a piece of braised pork

didn't move. Dining with him wasn't why she

raised an eyebrow, "Mr. Everett, I don't get what you're up

for exes to