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.

mom 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

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 he can't express

shrugged it off. He had

the lives of those who didn't concern him. He glanced at the

your name? You can tell

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

sudden pang in his heart. Heaven had given him two gifts as well, but he hadn't been able to keep them. If Mateo and Haley were

solitude.

for his cigarette pack but remembered the little one was there, so he tossed the cigarettes

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

Mateo didn't respond.