Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 508

Selena could barely keep a grip on her phone, her lips quivering ever so slightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "What do you mean he's disappeared? Could he have just gotten upset and hidden somewhere? Have you really looked everywhere?" On the other end, Ava sounded like she was on the brink of tears. "He's been so down lately, so I thought taking him to the park with some kids might cheer him up. They decided to play hide and seek, and for once, little Mateo was excited to join in. But then, all of a

sudden, while the other kids were still around, he just vanished."

"I asked all the kids, and they said they hadn't seen him. We combed through the entire park, but there's no sign of him. Ma'am, do you think someone might have taken him? What are we going to do..."

If Mateo really was lost, she'd never forgive herself!

Upon hearing this, Selena's face was still pale, but her mind was already racing with questions. Mateo probably inherited the Bennett family's exceptional smarts; he'd always been sharper than other kids his age, mature and sensible. While other kids liked playing with him, he often seemed uninterested, especially in games like hide and seek.

Something doesn't add up.

known for being safe, and the chance of someone snatching a child in broad daylight is slim. Pass

knew nothing. But over the years, she had come to realize that her lady was more than just a pretty face Mr. Everett kept in

and she had a big crush on Mateo, following

promise that if Emily told her where Mateo had gone, she'd let Mateo come over and play house with her, acting as her little husband. Emily quickly

bunny bank. He said he was going to buy a 'chick ticket'

kid planning to run

panic; no matter how clever he was, he was still just a little

hanging up, she urgently contacted Callum, hoping to find Mateo before he boarded any

dipped

with long strides. Everett had sat through meetings all day and hadn't rested well the night before, fatigue etched on his face. Seeing

much, heading straight to his desk. Sitting down, he rubbed his temples with his long fingers, his voice sounding tired and rough.

to speak, but before she could, Alex knocked and came