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?"

secretaries?" he inquired, recalling

This kid wasn't what she had expected. With his antics in front of Everett, she assumed he was just a typical mischievous 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

furrowed, struggling to

"We'll be a family someday. If you want, you can call

Mateo understood well. It belonged to his real mom. What did it have to do with this lady? Despite her smile, he felt uneasy around her, different from other women he had met, and he didn't like it. "You're not my mom!" he shot back,

her composure, smiling softly, "But when I marry your dad, I will be your mom, and you'll eventually call

turned away, not wanting to

to greet her as Mrs. or Ms. Selena, ultimately opting for Mrs.

she walked, she asked about

morning, sir took him to the office. He's been quiet since, barely eating,

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,

eyes. Seeing her, he started to cry again, clinging tightly to her refusing