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.

mom won over his fear, and he bravely ventured into the twilight. The road seemed short by car, but on foot, Mateo realized it was incredibly long. He trudged along, panting, still far from the main

tiny hands to flag it down. The taxi stopped beside him, and the driver 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

big eyes locked on the driver. "Mister, can

asked, "Do you

money. If you take me there,

So, no money then.

estates. The head of Bennett Corporation had property here, and the residents were either wealthy or influential." The boy in front of him, with

for a moment, a bad idea forming. Maybe he could grab the kid, find out which rich family lost their little prince, and return him for a nice reward. If no one claimed him,

he smiled warmly and coaxed, "Come on, hop in. I'll be a good guy

wasn't naive. He sensed something wrong in the driver's eyes and stepped back, turning to run. The driver cursed under his