Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

On the second-floor terrace, Everett leaned casually against the railing, swirling a glass of wine in his hand. His dark eyes were fixed on the small figure sneaking around in the night. Thanks to his small stature, the kid was able to dodge the bodyguards. Everett's lips curled into a slight smile, more amused than anything else. Just then, Bill walked over, glancing at the little guy before asking respectfully, "Mr. Everett, should we stop him?"

The young master likely didn't know that Moon Bay had comprehensive surveillance. He might have slipped past the bodyguards, but he couldn't avoid the cameras.

Everett took a sophisticated sip of his red wine, savoring its rich flavor. His tone was cool and detached, "He's got guts. Let him go."

Bill was understandably surprised. It was late, and Moon Bay was big and remote. Plus, the kid was so small-it was risky. He wanted to say something, but seeing the stern look on Everett's face, he stayed silent.

Little Mateo tiptoed, struggling to open the small gate, and without hesitation, stepped out. Moon Bay was perched on a hillside, and stepping out meant facing winding mountain roads. A gust of wind rustled the nearby leaves, making an eerie sound.

Staring into the endless darkness below, Mateo felt like he was facing a beast with its mouth wide open, ready to swallow everything. Naturally, he was scared and hesitated for a moment, shuffling his little feet.

short by car, but on foot, Mateo realized it was incredibly long. He trudged along,

rolled down the window. Seeing the little one not even as tall as the car door, he joked, "Kid, what are you doing out here all alone in the middle of

the small talk, his big eyes locked on the driver. "Mister, can you take me to my uncle's

"Do you have

has money. If you take

So, no money then.

property here, and the residents were either wealthy or

their little prince, and return him for a nice reward. If no one claimed him, he

I'll be a good guy and take you to your uncle's

and stepped back, turning to run. The driver cursed under his breath and