Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire
Chapter 325

In the past few days, he's been puffing away like a chimney, almost matching what he'd usually smoke over the course of a year. Everyone assumed his nerves were frayed because of Margot's condition, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that Mrs. Everett was the root cause.

The whole ordeal with losing their child tied Mrs. Everett and Margot together in a way that couldn't be ignored. It wasn't just anger he felt; it was more like he was utterly baffled on how to handle the situation with his wife. He couldn't bring himself to lash out at her, but

glossing over the issue wasn't something Margot would be okay with either.

Lost in his thoughts, Derick didn't notice when Everett turned around. He walked over briskly and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. His dark eyes flicked to the luggage, fixing on it silently.

Being the top-notch personal assistant he was, Derick instantly picked up on Mr. Everett's silent cue. He carefully placed the luggage on the couch, saying, "Mr. Everett, everything's packed just like you wanted."

He paused for a moment and then added, crediting Selena, "And Mrs. Everett packed it all herself."

Everett sank into the couch, reaching for a cigarette pack on the coffee table, ready to light up again. But at the mention of Selena's involvement, he hesitated for a split second. Soon enough, he brushed it off, a faint smile playing on his lips as he coldly said, "You can head back to the office now."

These days, he had to stick around because whenever he left, Margot's anxiety skyrocketed, making her prone to self-harm. Derick was left to manage the company, handling minor issues and consulting him for anything major.

Rubbing his weary brow, Everett realized this setup would likely drag on for a while. His eyes were deep, emotions swirling within, unreadable.

The child was gone, and Margot couldn't afford any more mishaps...

Derick, however, stood his ground, not budging an inch. With a slight furrow of his brow, Everett queried, "Something else on your mind? Or do you have too much time on your hands?"

His voice was calm, but the underlying tension was palpable!

Derick almost faltered, tempted to make a run for it. But the image of Mrs. Everett's heartbreak gave him the courage he needed. Swallowing hard, he closed his eyes and blurted out, "Mr. Everett, Mrs. Everett wants to see you. She says it's really important..."

"No!" Everett's reply was icy and firm, cutting Derick off mid-sentence. He didn't dare continue.

At the mention of Selena, a shadow cast over Everett's striking features. He'd explained countless times that his relationship with Margot wasn't what she thought, yet she refused to listen.

If she hadn't been so insistent on seeing Margot again, none of this would've spiraled out of control. Initially, Margot wasn't supposed to be a wedge between them, but now, who knows... en Ebookex

And all of this was her own doing!

Everett lit another cigarette, drawing a deep breath, but even the nicotine couldn't quell the storm of anger inside him.

"Mr. Everett, Mrs. Everett really has..." Derick dared to advocate for Selena once more.

With a soft click, Everett tossed the lighter back onto the coffee table. The sound wasn't loud, but it sent a shiver down Derick's spine.

Through the smoky haze, Everett's voice came, each word chillingly clear. "I don't want to see Selena now. Don't bring me anything about her!"