Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 817

As Joy kept acting out of character, pushing Selena's buttons, Selena couldn't help but think there was a reason behind it. Joy never did things on a whim.

Even though Selena didn't catch on at first, it hit her like a bolt out of the blue. Joy was shocked, not expecting Selena to catch on so quickly.

Seeing Joy's surprise, Selena knew she had guessed right. A sly grin crept onto her face. "Well then, that's even better."

"Depression can lead to a mental breakdown. In such a shaky state, even if I did something to you, I'd get away with it, wouldn't I? Plus, I've got the best lawyer, my uncle Blaine, who's so good he could make people believe the dead are still alive."

Selena suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Joy by the hair, and slammed her against the wall.

Joy screamed, "Selena, don't you dare! Try laying a hand on me!"

Selena's face was a mask of calm. "Try me."

She yanked Joy's hair again, banging her head against the wall with a thud.

Joy felt dizzy. "Ah-Selena, you're crazy!"

Joy struggled fiercely, but Selena let her go abruptly, causing Joy to hit the floor, a mess of limbs and hair.

Selena looked down at her with a smirk. "Joy, if that's your best, you might want to practice a little more."

Just then, Holt burst in.

still catching her breath.

shook her head gently. "I'm fine.

leaving Joy

lay there for a while before she managed to get up,

it in front of

Damn Selena!!

you can

...

the ballroom, where a

.n

arm snug around her waist. Breanne clung to him like she was staking

them a quick glance, then looked

the moment she left the ballroom, Everett let go of Breanne and walked

was left

quickly picked up her dress and

for his arm, trying

his dark

her pull

t belongs to net

just kept walking

him