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.

enough to make Breanne's knees feel weak. After several failed attempts, her persistence had finally paid off-Mr. Everett had agreed to see her. She was filled

her most dazzling smile, her voice sweet and

brief once-over with his dark eyes. "Sit," he said, moving to the sofa and sitting

chosen to wear sheer stockings. As she sat, her long, slender legs were perfectly displayed, offering a

handsome face was

she made the first move and he agreed to meet, things would naturally fall into place. She certainly wasn't there

whether Everett genuinely didn't get her intentions or if he was just playing dumb. Then 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

V-neck top. offering a tantalizing glimpse. She smited alluringly, "Mr. Everett,I left

missing

flurry of flirtatious signals. "You don't mind me