Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Where'd she run off to now?

Even though he didn't know for sure, it probably wasn't anything good. Honestly, with the number of times Selena had gotten under his skin, he should've just let it go.

But no, his head was spinning with all sorts of wild guesses, unable to

concentrate on anything else. Finally, he rubbed his temples, trying to shake it off.

"Alright folks, let's wrap it up. Meeting's over."

With that, he snatched his coat and car keys and made a beeline for the door.

"Mr. Everett, where are you headed?" Alex asked, surprised.

"Picking someone up!" he replied, teeth clenched, still marching on. He also told Alex to quickly find out where Selena had wandered off to and what trouble she was getting into tonight.

In the underground garage, he yanked open the car door, tossed his coat inside, and slid into the driver's seat. The engine roared to life, and he floored it, zooming out of there.

Soon enough, Alex sent him Selena's location.

One glance, and Everett got the picture.

Selena had chosen not to ask him for help and instead went to see Joy's brother, Abraham.

Everyone knew Abraham doted on his sister, so of course, he'd make things tough for Selena.

That woman was so naive!

What should've been over an hour's drive, Everett managed in just forty minutes, screeching to a halt at the entrance. He jumped out and strode into the hotel.

Luckily, when he found Selena, she was sitting on the floor, hugging her knees. Apart from looking a bit out of it, her clothes were intact, and she wasn't hurt.

He didn't even realize he was holding his breath until it came out in a big sigh of relief.

Once he was sure she was okay, his anger flared up again. He rushed over, grabbed her slender wrist, and pulled her to her feet.

Seeing the blush spread from her cheeks to her neck, he gritted his teeth. "Selena, what on earth are you doing? You'd rather deal with

Abraham's nonsense and put yourself in this position than ask me for help?"

Had she even thought about how much she'd had to drink? If Abraham had bad intentions, or if some other guy saw her like this and got ideas, she'd be in real trouble.noveldrama

Feeling lousy already, Selena was now getting an earful. She slowly lifted her eyes to meet his, which were blazing with anger. It took her a second to realize it was Everett standing there.

"What are you doing here?" she slurred.

Selena didn't bother hiding her annoyance. "What I do is none of your business. You're just the ex. Remember that!"

She tried to pry his hand off with her other hand.

Why did this guy keep popping up like an annoying ghost? It drove her nuts.

Hearing her call him that made a vein in Everett's temple throb. "You called me to come save you, and now you're pretending you didn't?

Selena cut the games ave

time for this back and forth."O

She called him?

Drunk and muddled, Selena's brain finally caught up.

Looks like she dialed the wrong number in her haze.

"Oh, my bad. I meant to call Holt. Just got the numbers mixed up. You can leave now. Holt will be here soon."

She threw out an apology without a hint of sincerity, then reached for her phone to call Holt again.

Before she could hit dial, Everett's large hand swooped in, snatching her phone away. Then, he bent down and scooped her up in his arms.