Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Everett's fingers moved slowly, peeling away Selena's dress with a casual grace, as the fireworks occasionally lit up the night sky, casting a glow on her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her nose red, and her lips a deep crimson, giving her a vulnerable look that tugged at

his heart, making him want to envelop her with affection.

But then, he noticed the tears welling up in her dark eyes, and she spoke again, her voice tinged with sobs. "Everett, you jerk!"

Yep, he was indeed a jerk. Everett's head dipped closer to her, his thoughts a little muddled. As she heard the click of his belt unbuckling, her body tensed, and tears began to roll down her cheeks uncontrollably. "Everett, you just love to mess with me!"

Her voice was even more hoarse, as if she had been through endless torment. Everett felt an odd pang in his heart, like a bee sting, as he propped himself up and gently brushed away her tears with his fingertips.

He chuckled, teasing, "I haven't even started it yet, and you're already in tears. If I actually did, would we have a flood on our hands?"

His eyes twinkled with a deeper meaning as he hinted, "You're really made of water, aren't you?"

She couldn't tell whether it was the warmth of his breath or his words that made her ear turn a vivid shade of red. She was not one for such shamelessness, and pretended not to hear or understand him, but Everett wasn't about to let her off that easily. He gently pinched her cheek, making her meet his gaze. His words were clear and deliberate, "Just say my name properly, and I'll let you go. How about it?"

Just say his name? Selena wasn't sure what game he was playing, but half-doubting, she called out, "Everett?"

He shook his head. "Nope. Try again!"

When Selena looked confused, he prompted, "Like you used to call me!"

Back then, it was always... honey. She even had different tones: higher tones were for cheerful times, lower tones were for sad times, long sweet drawl were for playful times, and during sensual moments, she sounded tender. But every time, it

came from a place of genuineContent property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

affection for Everett, and it sounded

intimate.

While acting, she could naturally call him because it was like completing a task. Yet now, for some reason, she couldn't quite manage it. Her lips moved several times, but the word "honey" stayed lodged in her throat. Everett, not satisfied, pinched her nose. "Not even a single endearing word for me. How can I let you off like this?"

Selena turned her head away, her voice icy. "Everett, just get on with it. You don't need to need find excuses."

"Oh, not even a word, huh?" Everett said, but he wasn't really angry. In the end, he softened, pulled her up, and helped her get dressed.

With his forehead resting against hers, his dark eyes gleamed with determination. "One day, you'll call me willingly, and you'll be the one clinging to me..."

Selena adjusted her clothes, getting off his lap with resolute firmness. "Never!"

When the news about the domestic abuse case broke, it instantly hit the top of the trending topics due to its already high public interest. Before the internet was awash with

victim blaming theories, but

Reporter S dug deep, sought vel.ne

evidence, and unveiled the truth.

Despite facing retaliation from Kent and threats against her life, she never backed down.

This revelation showed everyone the inhumane treatment Heather endured, highlighting Kent's despicable attempts to manipulate public opinion to his advantage. The unscrupulous media that supported him were equally contemptible. All journalists needed to take a leaf from Reporter S's book and never bow to evil forces!