Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 810

Alex reluctantly lowered her head and zipped her lips. Everett snapped his laptop shut with a decisive click, leaned back in his plush leather chair, and rubbed his temples as if trying to fend off a headache.

Breaking the silence, he asked, "Alex, how long have you been working with me?" Caught off guard, Alex responded honestly, "Almost six years now."

Everett let out a dry chuckle. "Six years, and still no progress," he said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Alex just stood there, speechless. Seriously? He was being difficult, and she wasn't even allowed to have a comeback? All she wanted was to look out for the missus, was that so wrong?

Seeing her disgruntled expression, Everett elegantly crossed his long legs and tapped his fingers rhythmically on the armrest. As if her ignorance was too much to bear, he spoke again.

"At a time like this, a woman who looks exactly like Selena pops up around me. Do you really think that's just a coincidence?"

Alex was taken aback, her eyes widening with realization. True, lots of women with hidden agendas had tried to cozy up to the boss, but none had ever resembled the missus so closely. And Breanne's timing was spot-on-showing up right when the boss and his wife were having a spat. A perfect setup for exploitation!

puzzled her. "Mr. Everett, if you suspect Breanne's up to something, why keep her around? You're not thinking 'might as well

in his irritation. "A pawn in plain sight is better than a hidden threat. Do I really need to spell that

felt a surge of admiration for the boss she respected so much. Thank goodness he wasn't as clueless as she

dark eyes narrowed slightly. "Look into Breanne's background,"

determined. "I'll uncover everything." The people behind Breanne were likely from either the Kesler family

hit her, and she asked cautiously, "Now that Breanne's in place, you won't actually meet her or get close, right? Are you still planning to attend

a composed air. His face was striking yet distant. "Send

Like was a double Everett had groomed while overseas for medical treatment. With a similar build and a face nearly identical to Everett's, Like had been meticulously

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ahead. Of course, if he couldn't plan ten steps in advance, how could he have achieved the success

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