Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 778

Abraham's face darkened like a storm rolling in. "Everett, I get that you're upset, but you've got to watch your mouth!" In his position, he was used to having the city's elite fawn over him. Everett might be Newport's wealthiest, but such blatant disrespect was a hard pill to swallow.

Everett, however, seemed unfazed as he carried Selena away without a backward glance. As soon as he was gone, Abraham dropped the pretense, sweeping all the wine glasses off the bar in a fit of anger. "Bunch of useless fools," he muttered. "Couldn't even stop Everett. Just like that, the opportunity was gone."

Mallie watched from the sidelines, a knot of anxiety tightening in her stomach. She'd been called to the hotel at the last minute that night. Expecting a romantic evening with Mr. Abraham, she'd dolled herself up, sprayed on some perfume, and arrived with a hopeful heart.

But instead of a warm welcome, she'd been asked to wait in a room downstairs, ready to step in if anything went amiss. Despite her fear, Mallie's feelings for Abraham were genuine, and she couldn't bear to see him upset. Steeling herself, she approached him gently.

"Mr. Abraham, you're hurt. Let me take care of you," she offered softly, leading him to the sofa. She fetched the first-aid kit and knelt beside him, tending to his wounds with care.

Her tenderness seemed to ease Abraham's anger, especially as he looked down at her, noting how, in this light, her features reminded him so much of Selena's. The memory of Selena beneath him earlier, her pale skin and alluring form, turned his anger into something else entirely.

With the effects of the earlier drug still simmering in his veins, he suddenly seized Mallie's wrist, pulling her down onto the sofa, the nearby bed forgotten. He grabbed a cushion and pressed it over Mallie's face.

Startled, Mallie managed a muffled, "Mr. Abraham, what is—?"