Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

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Chapter 776 The manager was still fumbling over his words, stammering like he had a frog in his throat.

Everett, his patience snapped like a twig, grabbed the manager by the collar and hoisted him off the floor. His eyes were as cold and sharp as icicles. "Spit it out!" Terrified, the manager shook like a leaf, realizing there was no point in keeping secrets now. He stuttered, "There's still a presidential suite... reserved for those high-profile guests. Mr. Abraham's already settled in for the night, and we... well, we can't just go barging in." Everett was one person you didn't want to cross, but Abraham was another heavyweight in Newport's future! Hearing this, Everett let go, and the manager crumpled to the floor in a heap. Without a trace of fear, Everett loomed over him. "Showthe way!" The exclusive elevator to the top-floor presidential suite needed a special access card. The manager swiped it for Everett, who stepped into the elevator as the doors closed and it began its slow climb upward.

He watched the numbers tick by, each one adding fuel to his fiery impatience.

Inside the presidential suite, Abraham stepped out of the shower wrapped in a loose bathrobe.

He glanced over at the bed, where Selena lay, her delicate form enveloped in the soft mattress. Her skin glowed against the dark sheets, making her look like a work of art. Just the sight of her stirred something primal within him.

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Her long, curled lashes fluttered, hinting she was on the verge of waking.

Tonight promised to be a night of unforgettable passion. Confident of his imminent victory, Abraham wasn't in a rush. After all, it's always better when they cto you willingly.

He sauntered over to the mini-bar, popped open a bottle of red wine, poured a glass, and slipped a pill inside, swirling it around before downing it in one smooth motion.

Selena slowly blinked awake, her mind foggy and disoriented.

She took in the unfamiliar surroundings, tried to get up, but her limbs felt like jelly, completely drained of strength. A feverish heat spread through her body, as if she were burning from the inside out.

Her breath cin quick gasps, and she instinctively tugged at her clothes. Abraham noticed her movements, a smirk curling his lips as he set down the wine glass and approached the bed.

He leaned over, his eyes drinking in Selena's enchanting face, desire simmering beneath the surface. Abraham chuckled softly. She really was something special. No wonder Everett was so hung up on her.

But after tonight, she'd be his.

He eagerly reached for her clothes, anticipation thrumming through him.

The elevator doors opened on the top floor, and Everett stepped out.

To his surprise, a line of bodyguards blocked his path.

Everett's dark eyes were steely and unwavering. "Out of my way!" Levi, stationed at the door, was caught off guard by Everett's sudden appearance, his heart skipping a beat.

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If it were anyone else, they could have been brushed off easily, but Everett wasn't just anyone. The mere thought of him finding Selena inside made Levi break out in a cold sweat.

Yet, having been by Abraham's side for years, Levi was no stranger to sticky situations. He plastered on a friendly smile and approached Everett.

"Mr. Everett, what brings you here? Looking for Mr. Abraham? I'm sorry, but he had a bit too much fo drink at the gala and has already turned in. It might be best to wait until morning. I'll make sure he calls you then." He needed to get Everett out of there, without spoiling Abraham's evening plans.

But Everett wasn't having any of it,

Ignoring Levi's attempts at smoothing things over, he lifted his foot and delivered a swift kick to Levi's stomach. "I said, move!" Levi flew back like a ragdoll, landing hard on the ground, pain rippling through him like a tidal wave.

He gritted his teeth, trying to keep it together.

"You... Mr. Everett, you're crossing the line. Mr. Abraham doesn't want to be disturbed while he's resting. I can't let you in. Stop him!" mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1

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