Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 535

Everett's eyes lingered on Yasmine for a moment. She was the quiet type, the perfect person to keep an eye on things without causing a fuss.

"Alright, you're up," he said, standing and slipping on his suit jacket as he made his way over to the couch. He left some instructions for the little guy, Mateo, who still seemed determined to ignore him. In frustration, Everett playfully pinched his cheek. Just like his mom, always knew how to push his buttons.

"Stay put, and you'll see your mom tonight. But if you wander off and get lost, that's on you," he warned. Finally, Mateo gave him a grudging glance.

With long strides, Everett left the office. Alex trailed behind, clutching a stack of documents. Just before shutting the door, she turned to take another look at Yasmine. There was something different about her now. Was it working at Bennett Corporation that changed her, or had she always been this way, just good at hiding it?

The door clicked shut softly. Yasmine strolled over to the couch, her smile warm as she addressed Mateo, "What's your name, sweetheart? Want something to eat or drink?"

Calming down from his earlier mood, Mateo looked at her with his striking little face and asked, "Who are you?"

"Are you like Auntie Song, another one of dad's secretaries?" he inquired, recalling Alex's introduction in the car as someone who worked for his dad.

Yasmine was taken aback. This kid wasn't what she had expected. With his antics in front of Everett, she assumed he was just a typical mischievous kid. But he was sharper and more composed than most kids his age. Still, no matter how sharp, he was just a child.

She sat down next to him, casually flicking her hair back and spoke slowly, "I'm not like Alex. I'm your dad's girlfriend."

Girlfriend? Mateo's brow furrowed, struggling to comprehend.

Yasmine explained gently, "We'll be a family someday. If you want, you can call me stepmom. I'll take good care of you."

The word "mom" was something Mateo understood well. It belonged to his real mom. What did it have to do with this lady? Despite her smile, he felt uneasy around her, different from other women he had met, and he didn't like it.

Selena's heart broke, and without a second thought, she picked him up, "Mommy's taking you away now, don't worry..."

She had only taken a few steps when she noticed Everett, standing in the doorway, having appeared at some point. His tall frame leaned casually against the doorframe, his dark eyes resting on his wife and son, a mysterious smile on his lips.

Selena's heart skipped a beat. They stood in silence for a moment.

Finally, Everett spoke, "Since you're here, I take it you've made up your mind. Should we talk about this in front of our son, or find somewhere else?"

Selena hugged her son tighter, unsure of how to respond. Seeing this, Everett chuckled softly, not rushing her. He pulled out a cigarette, placing it between his lips without lighting it, waiting patiently for her answer.