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.

he started the engine, Everett said

arrived at the Adams

at him, "Not coming in to

shook his head,

reaching over to pinch

poker face as a kid, but now? Not

her hand away. "Get out

she think his face was open for

wasn't a helpless

unbuckling her seatbelt and opening the door. Just as she was about to leave, she paused, "As

you ended up suffering-never really feeling the warmth of family. I've heard your kids

appreciate what you have, you'll

lips pressed into a thin line.

he hadn't tried; Selena had just stomped all

too, capable of hurt and fear, especially when his efforts went

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

darkened, hurt by his words. "Get out of here, you ungrateful

slammed the car door