Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 670

Everett lit up a cigarette and took a deep drag, letting the smoke swirl around and obscure his handsome features. He remained silent for what felt like ages. Just when Alex thought he wasn't going to respond, he gave a slight nod toward a document on the table, signaling her to take a look.

Alex stepped forward, picked up the document, and started flipping through it. In the next instant, her eyes went wide with shock. "How... how could this happen?" Her voice trembled as she spoke.

Everett leaned back, exhaling a smoke ring slowly, his voice hoarse as he warned, "Keep this to yourself." His tone was mild, but the warning was crystal clear.

Alex was so frightened that she felt a chill run down her spine. She quickly clamped her hands over her mouth, silently vowing not to breathe a word of it. Everett waved her away, standing there as the darkness outside seemed to engulf him completely.

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In the heart of Paris, deep in the night, Yasmine was enjoying a sweet dream of Mr. Everett arriving on a white horse to marry her. But that dream was shattered when she was suddenly bundled into a sack and dragged away.

and screamed, calling out for the bodyguards, but there was no answer. After what seemed like forever, she was dumped onto the ground.

deserted dock, surrounded by shipping containers. And sitting in front of her was

casually on a chair, pulling out a cigarette and lighter. He lit the cigarette, and for

get back at her. In New York, she had

her fear and raised her voice, "Blaine, if you dare touch me, Mr. Everett will make sure you regret it. You better let me go now, and

who talked tough when they were in deep trouble. "You sure have a lot to say," he

Yasmine by the hair, giving her two sharp slaps. Yasmine's head snapped to the side, and she tasted blood at the corner of her

cut out your tongue," the assistant threatened, raising a hand again. Yasmine bit back her pain, realizing Blaine was nothing short of

took a few more drags from his cigarette and asked,

there, the villa was unguarded, just

he knew, Everett had arranged for some bodyguards to keep her

The assistant asked, "What should we do with