Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 511

Everett didn't push Kate any further. Instead, he simply asked her to bring over a cup of warm milk. Kate let out a small sigh and quickly returned from the kitchen with a steaming cup in hand. The man extended his arm, nudging the cup gently towards the child, and gave a slight nod, "Here you go, drink up."

Little Mateo, with his long eyelashes casting shadows over his eyes, glanced at the milk and then looked up at the tall, strong, and handsome man before him. His mom had always warned him not to take food from strangers, but despite the man's cool demeanor, Mateo sensed no harm in him.

Being the little gentleman he was, Mateo first offered a sincere "gracias" in Spanish, and then, with his chubby little hands, carefully lifted the cup and began sipping the milk in small, cautious gulps.

Spanish, huh? Everett was a bit taken aback. Given his own black hair and eyes, his look was distinctly local, yet the boy's Spanish threw him off. Could this child be of Chinese descent living overseas?

Once Mateo set the cup down, Everett crossed his legs with elegance, resting a hand on his knee and tapping lightly with his fingers. Without much warning, he switched to speaking in Spanish as well. His accent was impeccable, a charming British lilt that was pleasing to the ear.

He asked little Mateo why he had come here searching for his mother. Mateo tilted his head slightly, as if trying to figure out what to say.

used to live in a place called Moon Bay in Newport-a grand, beautiful villa that had everything, even named after his mom. Moon Bay was

ticket that included a flight attendant who arranged a ride from the airport, ensuring he arrived safely at Moon Bay's doorstep. All of this seemed too complex to explain, so he simply shook his head and said, "Mom is here!" Kate, who was nearby, chimed in, "Sir, I asked him the same thing today, and that's all he told me. It's tough to get more out of him. He's just a kid, maybe

shrugged it off. He had

those who didn't concern him. He glanced at the boy again and

name? You can tell me that,

nodded softly. His voice was youthful and sweet, yet his words were clear, "Gift." Gift, what a name. The kid's parents must be quite

well, but he hadn't been able to keep them. If Mateo and Haley were still around, they'd be about this

solitude.

remembered the little one was there, so he tossed the cigarettes and lighter back onto

aside his own sorrows, he asked, "Do you have a

Mateo didn't respond.