Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 203

Selena came to a sudden halt, her eyes darting toward the sound.

At the end of the hallway, Everett was leaning nonchalantly against the wall. The warm, golden glow of the sconce above him cast a soft light over his striking features. He held a wine glass in his long fingers, swirling it with a casual grace.

His whole demeanor was relaxed and undeniably captivating.

Jaime stood across from him, watching with keen interest, waiting for Everett to speak. Jaime had a knack for sniffing out juicy gossip, especially when Everett was involved.

Selena noticed the slight curve of Everett's lips, a silent acknowledgment as he clinked glasses with Jaime.

Jaime, being a fellow man, got the unspoken message. He chuckled, admiration evident in his eyes. "Everett, I never would’ve guessed... Your business cunning is one thing, but your way with women is another level. Even I, who’s been around the block, have to admit defeat!"

Everett took a leisurely sip of his wine.

He could do certain things but it all depended on whether he chose to. Selena was the target he had set his sights on, and he was more than willing to use any means necessary to keep her close.

Jaime, maybe picking up on Everett's thoughts, shook his head in awe, thinking to himself: ‘This guy is sneaky.’

For him, love was a matter of mutual consent. But in Everett's mind, what he desired had to be his, and he'd do whatever it took to keep someone tied to him, though he'd never offer genuine emotions.

If a girl was after his looks or his money, it was a win-win situation. But if she wanted his heart, well, that was just unfortunate.

And poor Selena was after his heart.

That was the power Everett wielded, the very reason men like him were so audaciously confident.

Selena was already crying, her hand clamped over her mouth to stifle any sound. She couldn’t bear to hear any more and turned to leave, only to collide with a solid chest. In a daze, she looked up and found Callum's gentle eyes gazing back at her.

Callum glanced toward the scene, then decisively led Selena away. “Do you want me to take you home?” Callum asked. It wasn’t the right place or time for her to stay, not with so many eyes and ears around.

Selena wiped her tears, took a few deep breaths to steady herself, and shook her head softly, her voice raspy. “No, I don’t want to go back...”

She couldn’t bring herself to even say the word "home."

Moon Bay wasn’t a home to her; it was just a gilded cage.