Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 857

Holt: "But...he's already gone..."

Selena chuckled softly, "He may have died in Y Country, but Joy didn't see it for herself, did she? What if I told you he's alive again? Wouldn't someone with a guilty conscience be afraid of a ghost knocking at their door in the dead of night?"

"I'm betting she won't get through this one!"

As thunder rumbled around them, Holt suddenly grasped Selena's plan. Her initial surprise slowly melted into admiration.

With genuine respect, she said, "Miss, your mind is something else."

No surprise there she's part of the Irwin family, and the big boss's niece, no less.

Selena started giving Holt some quiet instructions.

Since Selena needed to stay home to recover and attend her therapy sessions, Holt didn't linger. Once their business chat wrapped up, she headed out.

As soon as she was outside, Holt whipped out her phone, dialed a number, and relayed her conversation with Selena, word for word.

Lakeside Mansion

Mateo was off to school, while Everett stayed back, trying to soothe a grumpy Haley and coax her into eating breakfast.

Though the little girl usually seemed easygoing, she threw a fit when she couldn't see her mom. Her wails were loud and persistent, leaving Everett at his wit's end.

to work; he was stuck at home, tending to his

pleaded,

softest, most comforting voice he could muster, "Sweetheart, Mommy's sick and

at him with big, sad eyes, her chubby hand clutching his shirt. "How long...

heart ached. "Daddy misses

longed for her back then, but

"It won't be long. We have to

trying to comfort both his daughter

pouted and then tilted her

Tying hair...

handle billion-dollar deals without breaking a sweat, but this? Tying hair was a

we let Kate help you with

do it. Mommy always

so he sighed and picked up

awkwardly attempting to

Haley's hair.

sprawling Bennett Corporation, how hard could it

Alex returned

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to see Everett and. Haley sitting on the carpet. Haley was busy with her dolls, while Everett, ever the composed boss, was clumsily tying his daughter's hair, his face serious and his focus intense, as if he were

kicker? It looked a right

hold back and burst into