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.

often spoke of how his mom used to live in a place called Moon

seemed too complex to explain, so he simply shook his head and said, "Mom is here!" Kate, who was nearby, chimed in, "Sir,

shrugged it off.

dig deep into the lives of those who didn't concern him. He glanced

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words were clear, "Gift." Gift, what a name. The kid's parents must be quite romantic to see their child as a

them. If Mateo and Haley were still around, they'd be about this child's age, filling Moon Bay with laughter instead of this

solitude.

his cigarette pack but remembered the little one was there, so he tossed the cigarettes and lighter back onto the

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

Mateo didn't respond.