Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 535

Everett's eyes lingered on Yasmine for a moment. She was the quiet type, the perfect person to keep an eye on things without causing a fuss.

"Alright, you're up," he said, standing and slipping on his suit jacket as he made his way over to the couch. He left some instructions for the little guy, Mateo, who still seemed determined to ignore him. In frustration, Everett playfully pinched his cheek. Just like his mom, always knew how to push his buttons.

"Stay put, and you'll see your mom tonight. But if you wander off and get lost, that's on you," he warned. Finally, Mateo gave him a grudging glance.

With long strides, Everett left the office. Alex trailed behind, clutching a stack of documents. Just before shutting the door, she turned to take another look at Yasmine. There was something different about her now. Was it working at Bennett Corporation that changed her, or had she always been this way, just good at hiding it?

The door clicked shut softly. Yasmine strolled over to the couch, her smile warm as she addressed Mateo, "What's your name, sweetheart? Want something to eat or drink?"

Calming down from his earlier mood, Mateo looked at her with his striking little face and asked, "Who are you?"

another one of dad's secretaries?" he inquired, recalling Alex's introduction in the car as someone who

kid. But he was sharper and more composed than most kids his age. Still, no matter how sharp, he was just a child. She sat down next to him, casually flicking her hair back and spoke slowly, "I'm not like Alex. I'm

Mateo's brow furrowed, struggling

If you want, you can

it have to do with this lady? Despite her smile, he felt uneasy around

will be your mom, and you'll eventually call me mom

not wanting

to Moon Bay. Kate opened the door, unsure of whether to greet her as Mrs. or Ms. Selena, ultimately opting for Mrs. Selena, anxious about her son, didn't bother correcting her and

she walked, she asked

Kate replied, "The young master hasn't slept well, cried all night. This morning, sir took him to the office. He's been quiet since, barely eating, and now he's hiding in his room, probably missing

the guest room adjacent to their master bedroom. Entering, she saw his small form curled up on the bed, likely tired from crying, his body twitching occasionally even in sleep. Tears clung to his eyelashes, and his nose was red. Her heart ached as she gathered him into her arms,

his eyes. Seeing her, he started to cry again, clinging tightly to her refusing to let go, repeatedly asking when she would take him