Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 690

Selena took deep breaths, trying her best to squash the fear bubbling inside her. She needed to calm down, clear her head, and figure out a way to get herself out of this mess. After a moment, her mind started to clear up a little. She thought back to the woman she spotted in the restroom-her silhouette seemed so familiar. Selena knitted her brows, mulling it over until the realization hit her. It was Yasmine!

Everett pulled up to the Irwin Estate in Northtown at the crack of dawn. Despite the ungodly hour, the grand house was ablaze with lights. He stepped out of the car and headed straight inside. The living room was silent except for Ava, who sat alone on the couch, silent tears streaming down her face. Everett felt a pang in his chest, the pain causing him to hunch slightly.

At the sound of his arrival, Ava's head shot up, hopeful it was the lady of the house, only to find Everett standing there. Disappointment washed over her, but his presence kindled a flicker of hope. No matter how unreliable he was in the love department, he was undeniably strong. The fact that he showed up meant he still cared about the lady, which boosted their chances of finding her.

It was like she had found her anchor again. Ava stumbled towards him, tears flowing freely before she could say anything. Everett gently patted her shoulder, offering a silent comfort.

"Where are the kids?" he asked softly.

young to understand, but Mateo's sharp and sensitive. He kept asking

nodded, "I'll go check

coat, draping it over his arm. Ava handed him a pair of slippers. As he stepped into them and moved

okay? You

he brushed it off, taking long

slept soundly in her crib, blissfully unaware of the turmoil around her. Mateo, on the other hand, clutched his small pillow, curled up tight with a frown etched on his little

moved quietly to his son's side, sitting by the bed. He tucked the blanket snugly around

Mateo

bring Mommy back to you," he whispered, full of resolve He then moved to

current weakened state, the gesture carried a weight of authority that was hard