Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 809

Even though Selena's now a graceful and elegant mom, back in the day, she had a playful and lively charm, even when she was being a bit flirty. That's a far cry from the woman standing in front of him now, who just screamed 'cheap' and 'gaudy' from head to toe.

Everett smirked slightly, his expression unreadable. "So, did Mallie come here just to have a look at me?"

Breanne thought she had him hooked and was about to celebrate when his next words stopped her cold.

"If that's the case, you've seen me now. You can head out."

Breanne's confident grin faltered.

But she quickly bounced back, playfully pouting at Everett, her voice dripping with sweetness. "Mr. Everett, why are you playing hard to get? I've come all this way just for you, and you still don't catch my drift?"

Everett gave a faint smile, completely unfazed. "Honestly, I don't."

Breanne bit her lip in frustration. He was clearly putting on a gentleman act. But he had the clout to pull it off. If she could snag him, she could really climb the social ladder.

With that thought, Breanne decided to give it her all. She got up and knelt by Everett's side, resting on his leg. Her eyes were sultry as she looked up at him. "Mr. Everett, I've liked you since the moment I saw you. As long as I can be by your side, even without a title, I'm all in."

me stay with you, take care of you... how

she spoke, she reached

her a cool, sideways glance that was so intimidating, she froze, pulling

giving her face another look before he spoke in his smooth,

Alex will be

excitement. The joy was almost

No man

bit longer, to seal the deal,

tad disappointed, Breanne remembered it was the middle of the day and in an

a cheeky wink. "Mr. Everett, I'll be waiting for your call. I'll be

kiss and sauntered out, swaying

and Everett casually pulled out a wet wipe, cleaning his fingers with a

game scheduled with Lucius from

out to Breanne, sort her out with a house, and figure out what

hard to read. She glanced at her boss through the car's rearview mirror,