Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 721

[Get out of the car, I'll take you home.]

Selena kept on ignoring him. Rhett settled into the driver's seat, fired up the engine, and was just about to hit the gas when-BAM! A deafening crash echoed around them.

The car behind had slammed into their bumper, the impact jerking them both forward. Rhett, shaken, turned to Selena, who looked just as startled. “Selena, are you okay?"

She shook her head slightly.

"Hang tight, I'll go check it out!"

Rhett's face was a mask of anger as he unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out. Whoever was behind the wheel of the other car must've been a real piece of work to crash into them while they were parked.

The culprit was a sleek black Bentley, its front end crumpled and a bit of smoke wafting out. Rhett walked over and rapped on the window.

The window slid down slowly, revealing Everett's sharply defined jawline. He glanced at the damage with a raised eyebrow and said with a smirk, "Oops, my foot slipped."

and expression? Not

his teeth, his anger simmering.

fingers on the steering wheel. "Mr. Young, to show my apologies, I'll get you a brand

Rhett: ".

acting even more childish than

here soon to sort out the car stuff. I've

and didn't try to stop her. "Be safe on the way home.

"Will do."

turned to leave, Everett suddenly honked a few times, making her spin

you put me up

was cold. "No need, I have a

past him to

wrist again. "Not even to see

visit tomorrow. It doesn't