Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 473

Everett's brow furrowed, "Even if there's nothing romantic going on?"

Alex replied, "You have to be clear about it. Convincing your partner is crucial, you know? People can't read minds." Everett pressed his lips together and, without further questions, instructed, "Check on Selena's flight right away." "Got it."

The black Bentley sped off like a cheetah, quickly disappearing down the road.

Alex was on it in no time; about half an hour later, she called back.

Everett, wearing a Bluetooth earpiece, answered, "Go ahead."

"Mr. Everett, I've confirmed that her flight is set for ten..."

Just as the car approached an intersection, a massive truck from the right came hurtling toward them, ignoring the red light, and showed no signs of stopping. There was a thunderous crash.

The truck slammed into Everett's car with a deafening noise, tires screeching as it was dragged a good distance, leaving the vehicle badly damaged.

against the crushed driver's seat, his forehead hitting the window hard,

to breathe, "Mr. Everett? Mr. Everett... What happened? Mr. Everett... Please,

guessed it was a car accident. Luckily, the car had a tracking system; she needed to call

daring to hang up,

it would've been a nightmare. Eventually, after what seemed like ages, Everett, having

"Alex..."

her voice shaky, "Hang in there, the ambulance

was all

edge of a cliff, using almost his last breath to issue his

not to leave..."

Everett, this isn't

"Do it now... go!"

such a weakened state, his

"Alright, I get it, I'll tell her. Mr. Everett, you have to hang in

disconnecting, she jumped in her car, racing toward the accident