Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 673

She spent her whole life chasing after her husband's love, but never caught it, which left her bitter towards everyone around her. She had a grudge against Josh and even against her own son. Her misery made her wish everyone else would be just as miserable, stuck in the same cold, unfeeling world she lived in.

Carolina brushed off her son's sarcastic comments like they were nothing. She pretended not to notice, and once she figured out Everett wasn't interested in Selena anymore, she stopped pushing. Instead, she waved over a young woman with a smile.

"This is Theresa, from the renowned Lynn family in the Capital," she introduced warmly. "She's got a real knack for the arts. You two should definitely chat."

Theresa was stunning, carrying herself with a confident grace. Her eyes held a hint of admiration and affection for Everett, but she wasn't shy about it. She raised her champagne glass to him with ease.

"Mr. Everett, I'm Theresa. It's a pleasure to finally meet you," she said, her voice steady.

Everett, always the gentleman, raised his glass and gently clinked it against hers. "Ms. Theresa, the pleasure's all mine," he replied.

As he took a sip, his Adam's apple moved in a way that seemed to amplify his natural charm. Theresa couldn't help but blush as she watched, feeling her heart flutter unexpectedly.

Meanwhile, in the delivery room, things were getting tense. Selena was in so much pain she drifted in and out of consciousness, the chaotic sounds around her fading into the distance. All she wanted was to close her eyes and drift off into sleep, but her eyelids felt like they weighed a ton.

someone took hold of her hand with a firm, warm grip, wrapping it up like they were trying to lend her some strength. The noise around her started to sharpen

telling her she was the unstoppable Selena, that nothing could break her. Her loved ones were

her eyes. It was like looking through a fog, but she thought she caught a glimpse of Everett. She tried to see more, but it

Vol

to come around, someone fed her some broth, and her strength began to retum. She

full day and night, the sound of a newborn

through the dawn and

first thing she saw was Mateo, asleep with his head on her pillow. His long lashes were still wet with

softly, her voice a

hadn't really been sleeping; his eyes flew open at her voice, first

softening into relief

to touch her, he clung

of her