Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 572

heiress whose extravagant lifestyle had recently been all over the media. In person, she was even more striking than in the photos.

The woman was absolutely stunning. Her golden hair flowed down her back in large, bouncy curls, her skin was fair, and her features were delicately crafted, with a lively spark in her eyes. She had a kind of beauty that could stop people in their tracks. She was Jenny, the At the moment, she was playfully leaning against Everett, looking all flirty. Selena's hand tightened unconsciously. It wasn't like she cared about how many women were around Everett, nor could she control whether he was faithful. But if he was going to acknowledge their son, he could at least pretend to be a decent father. Or maybe this was his petty way of getting back at her for not doing what he wanted-by parading his flings around. Selena picked up her son, planning to head upstairs. She wanted to keep him away from this mess. Just then, Everett looked her way, his dark eyes resting on her expressionless face for a moment before he said, "Come and entertain the guest."

Selena frowned. Ava couldn't hold back her frustration. Bringing a mistress home was bad enough, but expecting his wife to play hostess? That was just outrageous. She was about to give him a piece of her mind.

Worried Ava might stir things up more, Selena quickly passed little Mateo to her, urging her to take him upstairs. This was no place for a child. Grumbling, Ava left the room.

Selena adjusted her coat and walked over. Instead of sitting next to Everett, she chose a small sofa across from them. Jenny crossed her arms, giving Selena a once-over with her sharp, foxy eyes, and deliberately provoked, "So you're Selena, huh? Not much to write home about, if you ask me."

smiled calmly, "And what's your

aback, staring for a good few seconds before blurting out, "You're not angry? Not jealous?

other woman

as if the man in question was just a passerby. Selena shot back, "What do you expect me do? Beat you up and toss you

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serious grit. She shot a meaningful glance at Everett, realizing he liked them feisty. She couldn't keep up the act any longer, dropping the pretense with

didn't even blink. Me, a total knockout, and he was unmoved. I even wondered

a wave of confusion. Was Everett's indifference

once Jenny started