Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire
Chapter 399

In any case, his marriage didn't need a strategic alliance to make it worthwhile; he could marry the woman he truly loved.

But over time, that solid resolve started to waver. The more he got tangled up with Selena, the more his thoughts and attention seemed to drift her way. And she, well, she still didn't seem to appreciate it! It was driving him up the wall!

Watching Everett's face turn all sorts of colors, Jaime couldn't quite figure out what he was wrestling with. After mulling it over, he decided to gently nudge him in the right direction.

"Everett, Selena's a catch. Since those old flames of yours are nowhere to be found, maybe it's time to move on. Think about how you really feel about her. If you're not in love, let her go. There are plenty of others waiting for their shot!" He only dared to mumble the last part.

Everett's icy gaze snapped toward him, "What was that?"

"Uh, nothing, I didn't say anything!"

Jaime attempted to cover it up, raising his glass with a clumsy grin, "Let's just drink. I've got a stash of top-notch wines here. I'll give you a buddy discount, 20% off, plus my stellar company. What do you say? PayPal or check?" "Get out!"

...

A few days later, in the president's office at Bennett Corporation.

Secretary Song stood before the expansive desk, efficiently running through Everett's schedule. Once done, she swiped her iPad, pulling up personal notes.

She asked softly, "Mr. Everett, do you want to hear about your wife or Ms. Margot first?"

Everett, in the middle of signing papers, paused briefly, replying with a nonchalant tone, "How's Selena?"

After storming out that day, he hadn't gone back to see her, only arranging for the doctor to check in on her regularly.

Secretary Song responded,

"According to the doctor, madam's health is on the mend. She's been behaving herself, eating well, resting properly, and even taking care of her health. On sunny days, she's often out in the yard, soaking up the sun."

Hesitating, she decided to mention something peculiar.

Peculiar?

Everett lifted his eyelids lazily, "What's strange?"

"Madam, possibly out of boredom, started making kites at home. She flies them in the yard whenever it's windy, and she seems to enjoy it quite a bit."

Flying kites?

In all their years together, he'd never known her to have such a hobby.

Everett lightly tapped his pen on the desk, "Did you check the kite? Anything odd?"

"We did. Nothing unusual, just blank paper. She hasn't written or drawn anything on them. I think she's just passing the time."

"Got it," Everett nodded slightly.

Secretary Song continued, "As for

Ms. Margot, she's been calling a lot, for you to visit her because she's not feeling well."

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Everett's voice softened a touch, but he still just said, "Got it."

By evening, the vast Moon Bay had settled into its usual calm.

Selena's mood had steadied from the turmoil of the past few days. She had a plan now, and that lifted her spirits.

All she needed was the right moment, and she'd finally break free from Everett's grip!

After a relaxing bath, she slipped into bed, feeling pretty good. She picked up her son's photo, gazing at it to soothe her longing.

She was so absorbed that she didn't notice the man who had quietly walked in, leaning against the doorframe, his dark eyes fixed on her.