Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 729

Struggling, she shouted, "Let me go!"

Rhett hadn't seen it coming-Everett throwing all gentlemanly pretense out the window and acting like a rogue, just snatching her away. He couldn't keep up the charade any longer. He sprang up, rushing to cut them off.

He quickly blocked Everett's path, his fists clenched tight. "Mr. Everett, Selena doesn't want to go with you. Put her down."

Everett's eyes flicked to Rhett's feet, a mocking grin spreading across his face. “I thought you sprained your ankle? Did you suddenly heal just to play the hero?"

As he spoke, his large hand provocatively patted Selena's shapely backside. "See? I wasn't wrong about him."

Selena: "..."

"But since he loves putting on a show for you, I'll give him this chance."

that, Everett swiftly grabbed Rhett's arm, dislocating it with a

from the pain. He hadn't even seen Everett make

Selena snapped angrily, "Everett!"

that arm to be useless, head

that, he

the hotel across the street, secured the presidential suite, and carried her up in the

onto the bed, pinning her down as he began unbuttoning his shirt. In the dim light, his handsome face was a storm of anger and jealousy, emotions tangled

"Selena, I told you, if you have needs, come to me. I can satisfy them. If you dare

all pretenses. Everett was never

down her long neck, pulling her top open, and burying his face against her chest. He took

in the moment. Even as her cheeks flushed and her body

have you dealt

dripping from his voice. "You demand this of me,