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 coolly, "I'll

later, they arrived at

him, "Not coming

his

reaching over to pinch his cheek. "You were kind of

a

batted her hand away. "Get out

think his face

wasn't a helpless

Just as she was about to leave, she paused, "As

dad but was too stubborn to show it, and you ended up suffering-never really feeling the warmth of family. I've heard your kids are doing well, thanks

appreciate what you have,

pressed into a thin line. "You don't know

that he hadn't tried; Selena had just stomped all over his genuine

too, capable of hurt and fear,

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

by his words.

car door