Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

As Everett drove, he caught snippets of the chaos unfolding through a live stream. But being there in person, seeing Selena cornered and distressed, felt like someone was tearing his heart apart, each beat echoing with the sound of it breaking. Whether it was the lingering effects of Dr. Stone's hypnosis or just his emotions breaking free, he didn't know. All he knew was he wanted to tear the world apart to fix this.

Everett's face was set like stone, his presence commanding as he made his way toward the stage with purpose. The crowd was dense, but not a soul dared to block his path. They instinctively parted, making way for him without the need for any bodyguards.

The room fell into an eerie hush, the kind where you could hear a pin drop. As soon as Joy spotted Everett, panic flared in her eyes. She hadn't expected him to show up now. She had paid Dr. Stone good money to ensure Everett would be out cold for 48 hours, giving her ample time to dismantle Selena's world. What went wrong?

Regaining her composure quickly, Joy convinced herself there was no need to worry. Everett's arrival didn't necessarily mean he was there to save Selena. After all, Dr. Stone's hypnosis had rewritten his affections, swapping Selena out for her. His early awakening just proved it worked. Surely, she was the one in his heart now.

With renewed confidence, Joy picked herself up. As Everett stepped onto the stage, she rushed to him, wrapping herself around him pitifully. Her arms encircled his trim waist and she nestled her cheek against his solid chest, savoring the cool scent of his cologne.

"Everett, did you come to rescue me? Don't fret, I'm okay, those slaps didn't really hurt," she said softly. "Selena just lost it because she's crazy about you. We've been like sisters, so I'm not holding a grudge. Let's just call it a day."noveldrama

Joy knew Everett admired gentle and understanding women, so she kept her aggression in check. Her plan was already in motion. By tomorrow, everyone would be buzzing about Selena's public meltdown. She was done for.

All eyes turned to Everett. As the

sole male figure in this drama, he held the truth. His words would the scales. And from where

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everyone was standing, Joy's story seemed credible. Selena appeared just as deranged and immoral as Joy had claimed.

But just as the crowd began accepting this narrative, Everett suddenly grabbed Joy's arm and

pushed her aside with no mercy net

Without sparing her another look, he went straight to Selena. Seeing her so fost and shattered, he pulled her into his arms, holding her close.

His hand cradled the back of her head, pressing her against him, and when he spoke, his voice was raw with emotion. "I'm sorry I'm late. I'm sorry for everything you've been through."

Everett, a man who would bleed before showing tears, now stood there with a single tear sliding down his cheek, landing on Selena's shoulder. Her thick eyelashes quivered, betraying her emotions.

The crowd was stunned. No one could believe what they were seeing. What on earth was happening?