Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Yasmine spoke up quickly, knowing that if she didn't seize this moment, who knew when Mr. Everett would be free again. She had to take her shot.

"Mr. Everett, I... I can't just live in your house for free. If you're open to it, I could work to cover the rent. I know it won't be much, but please, let me do this. Otherwise, I can't stay." She chose her words carefully, worried about irritating him.

Everett frowned slightly, not because of her request but because he wasn't really paying attention. Her timid demeanor and soft voice didn't exactly make her stand out.

As usual, he turned to Alex and said, "You handle this."

With that, he strode away.

Alex was already swamped and now had to juggle this new issue. Despite her frustration, she kept a professional smile on her face.

She couldn't understand why Yasmine was complicating things.

Three years ago, Yasmine had donated a significant amount of blood to help Mr. Everett during a critical surgery. Considering the life-saving act she had done for him, she should have just accepted his gratitude and lived comfortably. After all, money was just a number to Mr. Everett, hardly worth mentioning.

But here she was, unable to enjoy her good fortune, insisting on working even while recovering from her injuries. Wasn't she just making life harder for herself?

Alex pondered for a moment and asked, "What can you do?"

Knowing Bennett Corporation's high standards, Yasmine realized she wasn't exactly qualified. She didn't have the luxury of choice, "I can do anything, any menial task."

Alex sighed, "Ms. Yasmine, with all due respect, Bennett Corporation doesn't need more menial workers."

Yasmine's face turned slightly pale.

Although she knew Alex meant no harm, just stating facts, her insecurities were triggered.

Having seen the bustling environment at Bennett Corporation and admired the employees, she aspired to be part of it.

Moreover, there was...

So, she gathered her courage, "I've worked as a secretary for two years. I'd like to learn from you."

A secretary?

Despite everything, Yasmine's quiet and shy manner didn't exactly scream secretary material.

Already swamped with work, Alex didn't want the extra hassle of supervising someone new.

But since the boss wanted her to deal with it, she had to deliver. After some thought, she called for the assistant secretary.

Then she told Yasmine, "Head over to the secretarial office for now, and let the assistant secretary train you. Once you're up to speed, you can work directly with me."

Yasmine was immediately grateful, "Thank you."

Callum missed catching little Mateo at the airport. After checking the flight details, he realized Mateo used Ava's ID to buy a child's plane ticket. A flightattendant accompanied him on the flight back to Newport

Three days had passed without any word from him.

Selena

QUMS

reporting to the police, she

slept, spending her nights driet looking for him et

around looking for him.

Luckily, he wore a smartwatch, so they could track his location once it was turned on.

For now, no news was good news.

At 10 p.m., Everett's car rolled into Moon Bay.

He had kept himself incredibly busy these past few days, deliberately avoiding thoughts of Selena or the urge to seek her out. Otherwise, he wasn't sure what he might do.

While changing shoes at the entrance, he unexpectedly noticed a pair of tiny sneakers, smaller than his hand.

He furrowed his brows slightly, confusion flitting across his eyes.

Then, he walked into the living room and saw a small figure sitting upright on the sofa.

Hearing footsteps, the boy slowly turned his face towards him.

Man and boy, their eyes met.