Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 619 What a so-called high society lady, a dignified wife indeed! Selena smirked just a bit. "Well, that's just because you haven't shared a bed with him yet."

Being pregnant, she couldn't let herself go hungry, so she ordered another dessert. The sweets here were deliciously balanced, melting right in your mouth. Maybe it was the sugar, but her mood lifted a little. Taking a few delicate bites, she looked up at Yasmine, whose face was practically turning green with anger, and calmly added, "You haven't even made it to Everett's bed, and yet, here you are, rushing to demand a title from me. Haven't you heard the saying: 'Patience is a virtue'?"

"Don't you realize the last one like you just disappeared into thin air?"

Yasmine was shaking all over, utterly disgusted by Selena's constant bedroom talk. What kind of wife acts like this?

"I was just... hurt. Mr. Everett cares for me, cherishes me. We'll definitely end up together like that eventually. What do you even know!"

Then, she hurled an accusation at Selena, "You obviously don't love Mr. Everett. All you care about is being Mrs. Bennett. You just want to cling to that title and bask in the luxury!"

to rile her up and only ended up fuming herself. She had to get

was taller, with longer arms and more strength. She grabbed Yasmine by the clothes and slapped her

about to hold back. Yasmine's head was spinning, and she stumbled, landing ungracefully on the floor. She

at her with disdain. She could slap Everett without a second thought,

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them was Everett, his face stern and his presence commanding. He must come straight from outside, not having slept all night; his

to find her backbone. Tears streamed down her face like pearls from

ghostly pale, her entire body trembling uncontrollably. Selena, however, remained unruffled. She

strode over,