Bradley took a deep breath, nodding one moment and shaking his head the next.


    Everett impatiently tapped his fingers on the table. "Come on, cut to the chase just tell me what''s going on!"


    He was clearly in a foul mood, his whole posture radiating tension.


    Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Bradley started spilling everything he knew.


    "Mr. Everett, you might not be aware, but ine is quite the infamous character in the legal world. They call him a roguewyer."


    "When I say rogue, I mean he''s willing to do whatever it takes to win. His wins are often unexpected, and his methods aren''t exactly above board. He shot to fame a few years back, especially after that notorious French inheritance case."


    "The wealthiest man in France had nine sons, and ine backed this low-key illegitimate one. He helped him outmaneuver all the legitimate heirs, and in the end, that illegitimate son snagged the inheritance. That''s how ine made his name.


    "Nobody knows much about his background-it''s supposed to be really tangled. People like him are dangerous. How on earth did Mrs. Everett get mixed up with someone like that?"


    Bradley,ing from a top-tierw school, wasn''t scared of tough opponents, but he dreaded those who ignored the rules, exploited loopholes, and skirted the edges of legality.


    It''s like a schr running into a street fighterpletely mismatched!


    Everett''s brow furrowed as he picked up the file, staring hard at ine''s photo.


    It was the guy who had dropped Selena homest night!


    The way he looked at Selena was anything but casual.


    Everett''s hand clenched tightly around the papers.


    As the evening wore on, the sky was painted with a fiery sunset.


    Selena picked up her son and got back home to find Everett already there.


    He stood by therge window in the living room, hands shoved in his pockets, brow furrowed, his profile tense and sharp.


    Mateo ran over, shouting, "Daddy!"


    Everett snapped out of his thoughts, his expression softening a bit when he saw his son. He crouched down to hug him, asking gently about his day at school.


    Mateo adored his dad, wrapping his little arms around Everett''s neck, eager to share his day''s stories. Selena put her bag down and headed to the kitchen for a ss of water.


    Ava came over, giving her a quick update, "Ma''am, Mr. Everett came back this afternoon. He seemed pretty upset, though I''m not sure why."


    She was sharp enough to steer clear he was truly angry,


    of Everett


    but she cared about her mistress


    and felt she should give a heads-up.


    Selena nodded, "Thanks for letting me know."


    She figured the divorce papers had probably arrived. His mood was understandable.


    Just then, Mateo bounded over, looking up at her. "Mommy, Daddy wants to see you. He''s waiting in the garden!"


    Selena always treated her son with warmth.


    She smiled and said, "Alright, let Ava help you get changed and wash up. Dinner will be ready soon." Mateo nodded obediently.


    When Selena stepped outside, she


    found Everett standing by a flowerbed. The setting sun cast a long shadow, bathing him in a warm glow that made him look like something out of a painting.


    To her, though, he was just a handsome facade wasted on a scoundrel.


    Everett turned suddenly, his dark eyes meeting hers from afar.


    His gaze was soft, but Selena''s was icy.


    For a woman, letting go of a rtionship is tough, but once she''s done, it''s over.


    Everett could see it, feeling a sharp pang in his chest.


    But there were more pressing matters to deal with.


    His voice was rough as he spoke, "Selena, how do you know ine anyway?"


    He had asked the same question the night before out of jealousy, but this time, Selena could tell he was genuinely concerned.


    Even so, she didn''t feel any need to answer.


    Having decided to separate and divorce, her business was no longer his concern.