Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 853

Flynn could tell things were getting a bit too intense. It was time to pull back before it went overboard. He quickly turned to Everett and mouthed, "That's enough, let's head out."

It was now up to Everett to take the next steps.

Taking a deep breath, Everett resisted the urge to glance back at Selena. With determination, he turned and walked out, shutting the door behind him, leaving everything behind.

Standing by the door, Everett clenched his fist and slammed it against the wall. Blood began to seep from his knuckles almost immediately.

...

Out on the second-floor balcony, Everett leaned against the railing, chain-smoking cigarette after cigarette. The night breeze wrapped around him, sending chills through his body, yet he seemed oblivious to it all.

Time dragged on, filled with anxiety and uncertainty. He had no idea how Selena was holding up, but beneath his calm exterior, he was anything but composed. A closer look would reveal his hands trembling.

Having spent years in the high-stakes world of business, Everett was no stranger to pressure. Fear was a rare emotion for him, only stirred by the sudden deaths of his brother and grandfather, with the rest curiously tied to Selena.

It was odd.

Those memories had always been there, playing out like silent films-scenes he watched but never truly felt. It was like observing someone else's life and emotions.

replayed vividly in his mind, frame by frame, scene by scene, suddenly bursting with life. He began to feel the emotions of his past self- all the

man who neither understood nor valued love, he found himself slowly learning through his interactions with Selena. He'd share in her joy, feel her

was a strange

someone else to have such control over his emotions was a big no-no for someone like him. He had always avoided it, unwilling to

only did he accept it, but he also

started to understand why he would've

loved. Loving her had

deeper, footsteps

of nervousness washing over him like the feeling of returning home after being

silence, "Mr. Everett, it

around, his dark eyes

is back, but she's still very weak. She's

"Good, good..."

eased, and in his excitement, he could only manage to say a simple

sit with

to step forward, Flynn's smile faded, "Mr. Everett, I'm

"What do