Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Everett's blow-up in the meeting room today was the talk of the company's group chat, and Selena had seen it, too.

"Whoever ticked him off should sort it out themselves. Why should I have to deal with his bad mood?"

The more Selena vented, the more unjust she felt. It was all because she wasn't his type that he used her as a punching bag. Why didn't he go after Margot instead?

Joy, trying to keep things calm, spoke to her in a soothing voice.

After letting off some steam, Selena felt a bit lighter. She didn't want to hog all of Joy's time, so she said, "Joy, I'm feeling better now. The lunch break's almost over. You should grab some food. Talk later." Joy ended the call, headed to the elevator, and hit the button for a quick lunch run.

Ding- the doors opened, and there was Lydia inside.

Joy stepped in, and as the elevator doors shut, she glanced over at Lydia. It was clear she'd been crying; her makeup was smudged, and her eyes were puffy, looking rather pitiful.

Her eyes dropped to the thermal lunch box Lydia was clutching tightly. It didn't take long for her to put two and two together.

Joy smirked, showing no mercy in her words. "I told you before, stick to your lane and focus on your internship. But no, you just love to overestimate themselves and end up embarrassed!" Lydia, already on edge, couldn't handle the jab. She snapped, "Joy, who exactly are you talking about?"

Joy turned to face her, giving her a once-over with disdain. "I'm talking about you. You can't hold a candle to Selena in any way, yet you thought you could win over Mr. Bennett? Hilarious." "You..." Lydia was instantly triggered, her eyes wide with anger. "Selena put you up to this, didn't she?"

Joy replied, "You're not even worth her attention."

Lydia didn't buy it. Joy and Selena were tight, so she figured Joy's words were Selena's thoughts. Remembering how Everett had dismissed her only added to her

fury.

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"Joy, tell Selena to watch her back. When I become Everett's girl, she'll get what's coming, and so will you! I'll make sure he fires you!"

Watching Lydia flail, Joy sneered, "Alright, I'll be waiting for you to climb to Mrs. Bennett's position and fire me."

The elevator dinged at the ground floor, and Joy adjusted her scarf, stepping out with grace and leaving Lydia fuming.

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That evening, at the Beautiful Night Club.

Everett walked into the VIP room, bringing a chill that quieted the room instantly.

Jaime was in the middle of a dance with a new college girl. He was about to kiss her rosy,

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innocent looking face, when he caught sight of Everett's icy, unreadable expression and nearly lost his nerve. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Everett usually kept to himself, but this time, he stepped closer, glanced at the college girl, and said coolly, "You're the eighteenth girlfriend he's brought here this month."

The girl was taken aback. "But he told me I was his first love, and he's been waiting all these years just for me..." Realizing she'd been duped, her face fell.

Jaime jumped in to explain, "Baby, just hear me out..."

But the girl, with tears brimming in her eyes, slapped him hard. "You jerk! Don't ever come near me again!"