Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 662

Bennett Corporation, CEO's Office.

The sun was dipping below the horizon, spreading a canvas of pinks and oranges across the sky. Behind a massive desk sat an incredibly handsome man, lounging back in his leather chair. His long fingers rhythmically drummed on the armrest as he listened to his team's updates, though his mind was clearly miles away.

As the meeting wrapped up and everyone shuffled out, he rubbed his temples, feeling the weight of the day. He opened a drawer, pulled out a small pillbox, and shook out a couple of pills, washing them down with some water.

Noticing this, Alex stepped forward, placing the meeting notes on the desk with a touch of concern. “Mr. Everett, you really should take care of yourself.”

With a dismissive wave, Everett assured him he was fine. Alex could tell he wasn’t in the mood to discuss it further, so he let it go. But then he remembered the urgent message he’d received earlier.

“Mr. Everett, we've just received word that Yasmine is missing from France. I checked with the airline, and it seems she flew back a few days ago!”

Everett's eyes narrowed sharply. He recalled Selena’s odd behavior earlier—actually, she'd been acting off for a while now. He’d been too wrapped up in her charm to dwell on it.

Picking up the phone, Everett dialed the villa's number. After a few rings, Ava answered.

“Where’s my wife?” he asked bluntly.

“She left right after you did,” Ava replied honestly.

“Did she mention where she was going?”

“No.”

Everett hung up, his jaw set tight. “Find out where Selena went. Now,” he commanded, his voice cold.

Before Selena could respond, Blaine closed the gap in a flash, gripping Yasmine's face with his large hand. He showed no mercy, his fingers squeezing her face until she cried out in pain.

But he wasn’t done. With a click, he flicked a lighter, the flame jumping to life. Smirking wickedly, he brought it close to her cheek. “Ms. Yasmine, you just had a little work done on this face, didn’t you? It’s finally looking decent. Wouldn’t it be a shame if something happened to it?”

Yasmine thought he was bluffing and taunted, “Go ahead, try it! You little playboy—ah!”

Her scream pierced the room as her hair singed, leaving her face drained of color.

Blaine calmly put out the flame. “Ms. Yasmine, care to give it another go?”

Yasmine stared at the man in terror. He was undeniably handsome but terrifyingly so.