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.

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 ago, untouched by time. For a moment, it felt like she had just stepped out

his head out from the kitchen, and with a casual tone said, "Just one more dish and it'll be ready.

believing that gentlemen shouldn't cook. Yet here he was, wearing a suit

she had envisioned, and she couldn't quite

the last dish to the table and took off his apron, a hint of warmth softened his typically cold demeanor, making

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out a chair for her,

gave him a cursory

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her. Though the setting was a candlelit dinner, the table was

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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

him wasn't why

an eyebrow, "Mr. Everett, I don't get what you're up to. Let's just get to

exes to catch up over