Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 728

Selena raised an eyebrow, caught between surprise and expectation. She acted like Everett wasn't even there, focusing instead on helping Rhett to his feet. With a gentle touch, she brushed the dust off his clothes and asked softly, "You okay?"

Rhett, a guy who spent his college days on the court and in the gym, was in great shape. A fall like this was nothing more of a bruise to his pride than anything else. Yet, he leaned into Selena's shoulder, putting on quite the show. "Selena, I think I twisted my ankle. It really hurts!"

Selena looked genuinely concerned. "Sit down, let me have a look."

Everett couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head. It was obvious to anyone that Rhett was faking it, but Selena was buying the act?

With a smirk, Everett called him out, "Rhett, you fell on your butt, not your ankle. If you're going to play pretend, at least make it convincing!"

Rhett didn't even flinch at being exposed. With a smooth retort, he said, "Mr. Everett, you're not me. How do you know where I'm hurt? And barging in here to swing at me don't you think that's a bit much?"

Too much? Everett walked in to find Rhett trying to kiss his wife. Just yanking him away was showing restraint!

Selena helped Rhett to a chair and lifted his foot to check, "Does this hurt?"

Rhett winced, playing his part to

wasn't a doctor, so she made a quick decision. "I'll get Holt to bring the car

"Sorry for the

Everett's hand clamped onto her wrist. She looked

growled, "Selena, you can't tell he's not hurt? You're usually so sharp-where's your

quick to outsmart him, so why was she acting

ет

"Everett, was having a nice evening with a friend when you stormed in and

you're in the right?"

having drinks; he was making a move

a second later, would you two have been

his grip on

"How ridiculous."

"Mr. Everett, what are we now? Do you still think you're my husband,

it's my choice.