Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 808

Everett raised an eyebrow, almost forgetting about that night with the young actress. He could only vaguely remember her eyes that bore a striking resemblance to Selena's. As he remained silent, Alex quietly began to edge toward the door. But before she could make her exit, Everett elegantly capped his pen and coolly said, "Let her come up."

Alex paused, speechless.

When Breanne stepped into the CEO's office, she had prepared herself, yet the sheer opulence of the space still took her breath away. Bennett Corporation was smack in the middle of Manhattan's bustling business district, with a massive floor-to-ceiling window offering a sweeping view of the city-a view that made you feel like you were on top of the world.

Her eyes drifted to the man by the window, one hand in his pocket, the other cradling a cup of coffee. The club's dim lighting had masked his features that night, but now, with sunlight streaming in, Everett's striking looks and regal demeanor were on full display, radiating an allure that seemed almost custom- designed to captivate women.

He had it all: looks, physique, wealth, pedigree, and a natural charisma that most men could only dream of attaining, in this life or the next. It was no wonder women flocked to him like moths to a flame.

weak. After several failed attempts, her persistence had

dazzling smile, her voice

with his dark eyes. "Sit," he said, moving to the sofa and sitting down with graceful

to wear sheer stockings. As she sat, her long, slender legs were perfectly

handsome face was inscrutable, his tone indifferent, "What brings

and he agreed

again, some men liked to maintain a façade of being the perfect gentleman, only to reveal their true selves in private. She wondered if Everett was one

a thrill of excitement. She cleared her throat, leaning forward slightly, her V-neck top. offering a tantalizing glimpse. She smited alluringly, "Mr. Everett,I left you my number that night

for your call, day and night, missing

eyes, sending a flurry of flirtatious signals. "You don't mind me dropping by