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!

a flash, it all made sense to Alex, though one thing still puzzled her. "Mr. Everett, if you suspect Breanne's up to something, why keep her around? You're not thinking 'might as well see

irritation. "A pawn in plain sight is better than a hidden

a surge of admiration for the boss she respected so

eyes narrowed slightly. "Look into Breanne's

everything." The people behind Breanne were likely from either the Kesler

place, you won't

a composed air. His face was striking yet distant.

a similar build and a face

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in advance, how could he have achieved the success he had today, standing his ground against someone like Abraham? In ambition and strategy, the boss

He might be