Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 551

"Who's there?" he shouted, his voice laced with irritation.

Parked inconspicuously by the roadside was a black Rolls-Royce Cullinan. Its rear door swung open and out stepped a man. He was dressed in a gray sweater and black trousers, exuding a commanding presence with his striking features. The driver, though unfamiliar with the man, felt the intense aura radiating from him, clearly indicating he was someone not to be messed with. He swallowed hard, clutching the little boy tighter, and prepared to leave the scene.

Little Mateo's eyes welled up when he saw Everett. He reached out his small arms and cried, "Save me!" He didn't want to be sold to a kidnapper or get hurt.

Everett, however, didn't move. He leaned casually against the car, his dark eyes observing little Mateo as if he were a stranger. "Who are you calling for help?" he asked coolly.

Trying to avoid trouble, the driver quickly explained, "I had a bit of a spat with my son. He ran away, and I just caught up with him. Don't listen to his nonsense; I'm just taking him home right now!"

As he spoke, he tried to shove little Mateo into the car, whispering harshly, "Behave yourself!"

Little Mateo clung desperately to the car door, refusing to get in. Seeing Everett's indifferent demeanor, he couldn't take it anymore and cried out, "Daddy, help me! Daddy!"

The driver froze. Who was he calling daddy?

emerged from the shadows, swiftly overpowering the driver and pinning

"Aren't you coming over? Or do you want to stick

little Mateo wasn't used to such chaos. He scurried over to Everett, wrapping his small arms around his leg and holding on

lifted his tear-streaked

his large hand. "Running away with that little courage? You're just like your mom,

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mansion, Everett gave Mateo a warm bath. Afterwards, the little boy

to Mateo. "You can

on

clenched with

Glancing at Everett, she couldn't hold back and demanded coldly, "Everett, is this how you look after your son?

he insists on

buying his excuse, suspecting that everything tonight had been orchestrated by him. "If you can't look

of course, I care