Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 635 Everett noticed the worry etched on her face and stepped in closer. "Selena, that guy is bad news. If he's cozying up to you, it's not just to handle your divorce case. He-"

"Mr. Everett!"

Selena couldn't take it anymore and cut him off sharply. "My life is none of your business!"

"And about Blaine, whether I see more of him is on you, Mr. Everett. If you'd just head to the courthouse

and sign the divorce papers, I wouldn't need him. Maybe you should focus on your own decisions instead of mine!"

Everett was at a loss for words.

"I'm only looking out for you!"

He was scared she might make a hasty decision, desperate for a divorce, and end up in a mess. No matter what, he wouldn't hurt her or their kid!

Selena wasn't buying it.

"I know who I should hang out with, Mr. Everett. You're really overstepping."

With that, she turned on her heel and headed back inside, done with the argument.

Everett was so frustrated, he vented by yanking flowers from the ground. Things ended on a sour note.

That night, Everett found himself back in the guest room.

The next morning, he didn't linger around, waiting for Selena and their child to get up so he could take them to school. Instead, he left early.

scoffed. Typical men-big talkers, no follow-through. So much for trying to win

his car in for service that day. As he stepped out of his apartment, several cars rolled

He quirked an eyebrow.

window of the middle car's backseat lowered slowly, revealing Everett's cold,

got out, gesturing politely. "Attorney Blaine, please get in the

framed as an invite, it was clear there was no saying

on his finger but remained calm. As Bill

leather sofa, his long legs elegantly crossed, while

was relaxed, a mysterious smile on his lips, giving

Everett sized him up.

might

A man of substance.

a rival, it was a whole other

Everett on and

to Alex, who

a signed check

it toward

Cent belongs to

drop the divorce case, leave wport, and stay away from my

unfazed. Picking up the check, he glanced at it, flicked it with his

of money, Mr. Everett, it's no shock you can throw

a second thought, he ripped

it rained down