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."

as they walked to the car. He opened the

locking eyes with Abraham, who was sitting in his

smirk, he said, "We'll be on our way

his irritation, making a gesture

engine, and with a swift press

and the bodyguards quickly got into their

restaurant, silence

boss's expression cautiously, feeling a mix of

unease.

a certainty, only for a knight in

man, Mr. Abraham wouldn't have

Abraham owed a favor to the Bennett family, and

and influential, not someone

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words to please his employer, fearing he

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