Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 501

They both decided to let bygones be bygones and start fresh. It turned out the financial backer behind Dr. Fernando's medical team was none other than Everett...

Selena's dark eyes narrowed sharply. She had thought Everett was just trying to ruffle her feathers by detaining someone temporarily. Clearly, she had underestimated his tactics.

From the moment she inquired about Dr. Campbell, got his approval, and was recommended to Dr. Fernando, to the point where she couldn't reach anyone and had no choice but to seek out Everett-every step was part of his plan.

Even if she managed to get in touch with Dr. Fernando, without Everett's approval, her uncle's surgery would never happen. And even if she found another top-notch doctor, it wouldn't be quick or easy, and Everett could just throw up the same roadblocks.

Selena saw through it all, but instead of anger, a cold smile crept onto her lips. Even her leaving and her grandfather's passing hadn't made him reflect one bit. Beneath his facade of gentleness, he was still as arrogant as ever, doing things on his own terms. But she was done trying to stir up any emotion in him.

"Everett, there's no going back for us," Selena said, glancing around. "I've been stuck here for four years, enduring more pain and shedding more tears than I have in my entire life. My parents always told me, never marry a man who makes you cry." And yet, he always did.

how could a few seemingly heartfelt words make everything alright? She

without complaints or accusations, just stating a

love, there's neither fear nor worry. He had blamed her, but wasn't it because he still

were

couldn't let go.

no sadness, no anger,

could this be

from the girl who once saved him, it was Selena who deepened that feeling. She had started this, and she couldn't just leave him struggling in the aftermath. Selena took a deep breath, meeting his intense gaze. "This whole setup, drawing me in, is what you wanted,

skin. "Cut the pretense about starting over or staying by your

let my uncle off the hook and stop

stood on tiptoe, looping her arms around his neck, tilting her head to

Everett's handsome face darkened