Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 551

"Who's there?" he shouted, his voice laced with irritation.

Parked inconspicuously by the roadside was a black Rolls-Royce Cullinan. Its rear door swung open and out stepped a man. He was dressed in a gray sweater and black trousers, exuding a commanding presence with his striking features.

The driver, though unfamiliar with the man, felt the intense aura radiating from him, clearly indicating he was someone not to be messed with. He swallowed hard, clutching the little boy tighter, and prepared to leave the scene.

Little Mateo's eyes welled up when he saw Everett. He reached out his small arms and cried, "Save me!" He didn't want to be sold to a kidnapper or get hurt.

Everett, however, didn't move. He leaned casually against the car, his dark eyes observing little Mateo as if he were a stranger. "Who are you calling for help?" he asked coolly.

Trying to avoid trouble, the driver quickly explained, "I had a bit of a spat with my son. He ran away, and I just caught up with him. Don't listen to his nonsense; I'm just taking him home right now!"

As he spoke, he tried to shove little Mateo into the car, whispering harshly, "Behave yourself!"

Little Mateo clung desperately to the car door, refusing to get in. Seeing Everett's indifferent demeanor, he couldn't take it anymore and cried out, "Daddy, help me! Daddy!"

The driver froze. Who was he calling daddy?

Everett let out a sardonic chuckle. He nodded slightly, and Bill emerged from the shadows, swiftly overpowering the driver and pinning him to the ground.

Little Mateo was terrified until Everett's deep voice broke through, "Aren't you coming over? Or do you want to stick with your new 'daddy'?"

Having been spoiled since birth, little Mateo wasn't used to such chaos. He scurried over to Everett, wrapping his small arms around his leg and holding on tightly, tears streaming down his face.

Everett interrupted, his expression cool and detached, "If he insists on running away, am I supposed to watch him every second?"

Selena wasn't buying his excuse, suspecting that everything tonight had been orchestrated by him. "If you can't look after him, let me! I can come and take him back right now!"

"That's not happening," Everett replied with a cruel smile. "He's my son, and of course, I care for him. Someone will be keeping an eye on him soon, don't worry."

Selena's expression hardened. Rumors were already circulating that Everett was planning to remarry and find a new mother for Mateo. If he didn't care for his own son, how could anyone expect his new wife to treat Mateo, her stepson, any better?

Her grip tightened on the phone, her breath catching slightly. "Everett, are you really getting remarried?"