Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 487

She didn't feel the need to explain herself to him. It just wasn't worth the emotional energy.

"Mr. Everett, you're one to talk," she shot back, her lips curling into a sly smile. Over the past three years, he hadn't been twiddling his thumbs either. Without her, without Margot, a new flame had come into the picture and was clearly his favorite, making both her and Margot look like yesterday's news.

So, if she had started something, he had taken it to a whole new level. What gave him the right to be so confrontational now? Three years had passed, and she'd hoped he might have matured a bit, maybe picked up a bit of gentlemanly grace. But no, a jerk remains a jerk, no matter how much time passes!

Everett looked taken aback for a moment. It took him a second to catch on to who she was talking about. After all, she'd seen him with Yasmine in the hall.

Something flickered in his eyes as he stared at her, his gaze sharp and searching. He scrutinized her, as if trying to see right through her, before finally speaking.

"Selena, Yasmine and I..."

But his words were cut off by the sudden ringtone of a phone.

Everett glanced down at the phone Selena was holding, its screen lit up with a glaring nickname: 【My Dearest Love】.

He knew Selena had a thing for giving nicknames to people she cared about. She'd even given him a few, which he'd found way too sugary until she whispered them during their intimate moments, her cheeks flushed.

After their falling out, he hadn't heard those names again. Now, seeing this overly sweet nickname...

In the next moment, Everett snatched the phone from her hand, his dark eyes fixed on the screen, his fingers twitching slightly.

Selena's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. The phone kept ringing, her heart pounding like a drum, cold sweat trickling down her back. She was terrified that he might answer and hear a child's voice.

If he got suspicious... she couldn't risk that. If her uncle's checkup went smoothly, she'd soon be leaving, heading back to Germany to resume her peaceful, uneventful life away from him.

During this time, any slip-up was something she couldn't afford.

"Everett, give me back my phone," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. She couldn't help but provoke him, "What? Have you become so twisted that you enjoy eavesdropping on me chatting with my beloved?"