Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 666

Selena didn't bother trying to convince Everett of anything. She just stood there, silent and a bit mocking, watching him closely.

She knew he was trying to figure out where she stood.

She had noticed some oddities with the fire incident and chose not to tell him right away or consult him because, frankly, she didn’t trust him anymore.

So, she decided to use herself as bait, doing whatever it took to force Yasmine back into the open.

In her heart, all trust and reliance on him were gone.

Everett felt a wave of sadness wash over him, realizing that all those tender moments they shared were just a cruel joke.

After a moment of silence, he waved a hand.

The police got the hint and came in, arresting Yasmine as a suspect and taking her away.

Yasmine shrieked desperately, "Mr. Everett, I'm innocent! I didn't do anything—"

In the spacious suite, Everett watched as Selena stood side by side with Blaine, his gaze growing darker.

He didn't say a word, but his displeasure was crystal clear.

Selena kept her expression steady, though a tiny crack opened in her heart, bleeding slowly.

Blaine frowned, letting out a sarcastic laugh, "Mr. Everett, if your little mistress is truly innocent, she won't be wronged."

Selena said nothing more and walked out.

As she passed Everett, her eyes were cold as ice.

Once in the car, Selena looked tired. She caught a glimpse of herself in the rearview mirror.

Everett hadn't followed her.

He was probably busy... dealing with his mistress's legal troubles.

Blaine glanced over at her, seemingly reading her mind, and suddenly asked, "Want me to drag Everett back here for you?"

Selena shook her head and closed her eyes, pretending to sleep, signaling she was done talking about him.

Blaine, ever the perceptive one, started the car and drove off smoothly.

Yet Blaine didn’t laugh or doubt her, as if he would believe anything she said, no matter how wild.

"Alright, leave it to me. I'll look into it."

Selena's thick lashes fluttered, "Why are you so good to me?"

Blaine replied smoothly, "Of course, it's for the money."

"Be honest."

Did he really think she was that naive?

His gaze shifted, becoming deep and unreadable again.

But in the end, Blaine didn’t spill the beans. He just said, "Go on inside."

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At the police station's interrogation room, Everett found himself facing a very disheveled Yasmine.