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.

work; he was stuck at

pleaded, "Daddy, I want

he could muster, "Sweetheart, Mommy's sick and needs some time to get better.

but she understood 'sick.' She looked at him with big,

heart ached. "Daddy misses Mommy

she was already over a year old. He had longed

be long. We

comfort both his daughter

easy to cheer up. She pouted and then tilted her head, saying, "If Daddy ties my hair, I won't

Tying hair...

without breaking a sweat, but this? Tying hair was

about we let Kate help you

to do

her cry, so he sighed and picked up the little

awkwardly attempting to

Haley's hair.

manage the sprawling Bennett Corporation, how hard could it be to tie some

returned

ie'

walked into the living room 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

looked

couldn't hold back and burst into