Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

At the heart of it all, they didn't really harbor any deep-seated grudge against each other-it was just a marriage gone wrong. Since they couldn't go on like this, it was time to set things straight. "If you're still not satisfied, I'll walk away with nothing. I'll even tell everyone it's my fault. Whatever you want from me, just say the word, as long as you let me and the baby go. I'll do anything!" She was drained, completely worn out. She didn't want to be stuck in this endless back-and-forth anymore.

"Huh." Everett chuckled softly.

Did she really think he cared about some shares and money?

"Selena, if I say you're going to play the role of Mrs. Bennett, then that's what you'll do. Just like earlier-if I want to kiss you, I will; if I want to sleep with you, I will. That's what being Mrs. Bennett means!" "Think it over. Do you want to live peacefully with me, or keep up this fight? If it's a fight you want, I'm all in!"Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Selena stared at him, momentarily lost. The thin veil of peace between them had finally torn apart. From start to finish, he only craved her; there was no love.

Not even a tiny bit!

And there she was, a poor soul loving someone she could never have.

She didn't say another word; she just smiled-a smile at her own foolish heart, a smile at her hopeless dreams of changing him.

In the end, he was just a man without a heart.

Everett climbed into his car, fired up the engine, and floored it. The car roared down the road.

The black Rolls-Royce Cullinan blended into the night like a ghost.

In the VIP room of the bar, Jaime watched as Everett came in and started drinking without a word, his face as dark as a storm cloud. He thought to himself: What a mess!

If it weren't for their long-standing

friendship, and the fact he couldn't take him in a fight, he'd have banned Everett from all his bars with a big sign saying, "No Entry for Everett and Dogs!"

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Jaime waved over a waiter to bring out those ridiculously expensive bottles that hardly ever sold.

Because what are pals for, if not to make some mischief?

Then, pouring himself a drink, he sat

down next to Everett, clinked

glasses, and said, "Everett, why don't you just explain things to her properly? When you had to choose, you didn't want to give her up. You and the cops were already at the door; you had figured out a way to save everyone, no matter what."

"What's your mouth for if not talking?"

Everett's eyes turned icy cold as he scoffed, "Whatever I say now, she won't listen. She's as stubborn as a mule!"

He had wanted to explain things to her when she woke up, but she wouldn't believe he hadn't left her and their child. If she wouldn't believe him, what was the point in saying anything? Jaime shook his head. "Looks like you're just as stubborn!"

The two of them together couldn't manage a single nice word, always going for each other's throats, hitting where it hurt most!

Everett's dark gaze swept over, cold as ice.

Jaime shivered, realizing if he pushed any further, he'd be in the line of fire. He raised his hands in surrender, "Alright, alright, I'll shut up. Let's just drink tonight, only drink!"

He eagerly opened the most expensive bottle and poured a full glass for Everett, then handed it over with a playful falsetto, "Your Majesty, please drink."

The phone on the coffee table suddenly buzzed.

Everett paused as he reached for the glass, his eyes quickly darting to the phone screen.

Was Selena finally ready to back down?

But as soon as he saw the caller ID, his mood darkened once again.