Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 919

Caught off guard, the man let out a pained grunt. Seizing the moment, Selena shoved him away, flung open the car door, and slipped inside with speed. She slammed it shut and quickly locked it, not wasting a second.

Everett, still fuming, retorted, "You call me a dog, but you're the real one here!" Selena, uninterested in engaging, simply directed the driver, "Let's go."

Holt darted in through the other side, and in no time, the car sped off, leaving a cloud of dust behind.

Meanwhile, the woman who had witnessed the whole scene strutted over in her high heels, clearly entertained.

She chuckled at the sight of Everett's flustered face. "I've never seen you make so many faces at once! Quite the show."

Everett shot her a sideways glance, his displeasure evident.

She continued teasing, "Aren't you going to chase after her?"

Ignoring her, Everett turned and walked toward his car, making it clear he wasn't going to.

The woman clicked her tongue in mock disapproval, then followed him into the

car.

started the engine, Everett

hour later, they arrived at the

him, "Not coming in

his

reaching over to pinch his

a kid, but now? Not

away. "Get out of the

think his face was open

a

about to leave, she paused, "As your cousin,

suffering-never really feeling the warmth of family. I've heard

don't appreciate what you have, you'll end

pressed into a thin line. "You don't

wasn't that he hadn't tried; Selena had just stomped

capable of hurt and fear, especially when his efforts

of a divorce yourself. We're in the same boat, so spare me

hurt by his words. "Get out

the car door shut behind