Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 786

Abraham watched Selena for a moment, then closed the car door and leaned against the vehicle, deciding to wait with her.

Half an hour later, a sleek black Bugatti roared up, executing a dramatic spin before coming to a stop right in front of everyone. The door swung open, and out stepped a man with long strides.

He was breathtakingly handsome, tall and lean, clad in a black shirt and trousers, with a fitted waistcoat that highlighted his slender waist and long legs. Under the lights, he was downright mesmerizing.

Despite the crowd, his gaze was fixed solely on Selena as he walked straight toward her.

Everett stopped in front of her, walking against the light, a halo seemingly surrounding him like a beacon in the dark.

With a gentle touch, his large hand caressed Selena's face, cool against her skin.

He frowned, cupping her face with both hands. "Why didn't you wait inside? I'm not running late, am I?”

Selena tilted her head, looking up at him.

Even though they still had plenty of unresolved issues, at that moment, one phone call was all it took to bring him to her side.

He arrived as quickly as possible to protect her.

Her heart couldn't help but flutter.

Selena's lips curled into a soft smile as she nuzzled his palm affectionately. "No, I'm just tired and want to go home."

"Alright."

her slender waist, drawing her close as they walked to the car. He opened the passenger door, shielding her head with his hand as she

up, locking eyes with Abraham, who was sitting

he said,

a gesture that seemed to

swift press of the accelerator, the car

quickly got into

restaurant, silence

boss's expression cautiously, feeling a mix of anxiety

unease.

had seemed like a certainty, only for a knight in shining armor

it had been any other man, Mr. Abraham

a favor to the Bennett family, and now Everett

powerful and influential, not someone easily

Normally articulate, Levi found

please his employer, fearing he

the subject. "Mr. Abraham, would you like Mallie to come over to

look a bit like Selena, and

suggestion hit a

cold and sharp. "Are you suggesting

buckled

away the

his forehead,

head vigorously. "Mr.

I meant. I misspoke.