Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 819

Breanne had a knack for getting what she wanted. With the lights off, capturing his face on camera was out of the question, and she needed to make sure that wouldn't be an issue. Snuggling deeper into "Everett's" embrace, she felt the heat of his desire and playfully pouted, "Mr. Everett, I just want to see your face, just once, pretty please~"

As she spoke, she slipped off his lap, kneeling in front of him, her head bowing down. At times like these, no man could resist. "Everett" leaned back into the couch, his breathing heavy under her expert touch.

Once they were finished, Breanne climbed back up, nestling against his chest. Her fingers lazily traced circles over his heart as she spoke in a husky, lazy voice. "Mr. Everett, those Bennett Corporation projects were stuck and needed re- approval. How did they all suddenly get the green light? How did you pull that off?"

The man, still basking in the afterglow, was in no mood for deep thoughts. He replied with a lazy drawl, "Money makes the world go round."

Breanne feigned innocence, her eyes wide and blinking, "But Mr. Abraham is already set to be the next big thing. Who could possibly get things done over him?"

hasn't retired yet, so

things were going even better than she had hoped. Men, with their simple desires, were easy to manipulate. Once content, they'd spill everything without thinking twice. Breanne laughed

go again," "Everett" said, flipping her

...

as if on

from his mind, drawn to her despite himself. He suddenly realized his problem wasn't with his heart, but his head. Why was he

wasn't one to deny himself; he got out of the car, slammed the door, and headed into the house, making a beeline for the bedroom. The room was

happened! Everett stormed over, ready to wake her. Why did she make him feel things he thought he'd forgotten, yet not care about him at all? Surely,

her. He wasn't even sure if he liked Selena, but his heart and mind were solely focused on her! But as his fingers reached for her sleeping face, he hesitated. A memory