Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 813

The beauty that develops over time was something she just couldn't grasp right now. Despite being younger, her skin didn't hold a candle to Selena's. Selena's was still flawless, with a youthful pink glow like an 18-year-old's. Years of heavy makeup and indulgence had taken their toll on her, leaving her skin showing early signs of aging.

Without makeup, she couldn't even think of facing the world, let alone attending such an important event where heavy makeup was practically a requirement. In contrast, Selena seemed to just have a whisper of makeup, if any, yet she looked absolutely stunning.

Breanne's jealousy and competitive streak kicked in instantly. She shot Selena a cold look, deliberately trying to provoke her. "You're the former Mrs. Bennett, right? Hi, I'm Breanne. You must have heard of me?"

Selena's voice was cool and uninterested. "Sorry, never heard of you."

Breanne was momentarily caught off guard, then laughed bitterly.

"Selena, why the act? I'm with Mr. Everett now. Aren't you just fuming with jealousy behind the scenes? It'd be less laughable if you just admitted it."

Selena had no interest in engaging with someone like her. She moved to step around Breanne.

But Breanne, clearly looking for a fight, wasn't about to let her go that easily. She stepped in front of Selena again, blocking her path.

Despite her sky-high heels, Breanne was still a few inches shorter than Selena, forcing her to tilt her head up slightly to look her in the eye. Her words, however, were anything but classy.

"Selena, Mr. Everett is really into me. He shows up at my place every night and wears me out. Last night... well, let's just say I barely made it out of bed today, which is why I couldn't join him at the party."

With all the business bigwigs present, if Selena lost it here, it would be quite the scandal. No company would want to partner with someone battling depression, and Irwin Enterprises would take a nosedive.

If Selena got labeled as unstable, her life would be over. The more Breanne taunted, the more satisfied she became, watching Selena's expression shift, thinking she was close to achieving her goal.

She was waiting for Selena to snap. To lash out, to tear at her, to grab her.

But Selena surprised her. Instead of losing her cool, she turned to the side and said coldly, "Holt, escort her out and give her ten slaps!"