Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 713

As the smoke curled around them, he let out a soft laugh. "I'll co-parent the kids with her, but I'm not looking to remarry anytime soon."

Reflecting on his six-year marriage with Selena, he realized it hadn't been exactly joyful. Plus, he just didn't feel anything for her now—nothing strong enough to consider taking her back.

When it came to their kids, he'd accept that reality. But as for everything else? He needed to think it over.

Carolina's tense heart finally eased. If Everett had lingering feelings for Selena, things would get tricky. Her son was always headstrong, not one to be easily persuaded.

Luckily, as his mom, she still had some say in things.

"Everett, even though you have a son and daughter, the whole heir thing isn't urgent. But Bennett Corporation needs a woman at the helm. And let’s face it, juggling work and kids isn't easy for a single guy. A woman to manage the home while you conquer the business world could be a game-changer."

She paused, dropping a hint. "Your taste in partners hasn't changed, right? I've got someone in mind who's just right."

Everett’s eyes narrowed slightly. His ideal partner? Educated, elegant, someone who shared his interests, beautiful, with a touch of class. Definitely not the clingy type.

Unlike Selena.

Everett's gaze settled on Carolina. "Mom, just lay it out for me."

Seeing he wasn’t shutting her down, Carolina smiled and got straight to the point.

"What do you think about Joy? You guys grew up together, thick as thieves. She's exactly what you're looking for."

At the big dining table, it was just the two of them. Mateo, used to a bustling household, couldn't help but miss his mom, sister, and uncle. His appetite was lacking, and the food didn't hit the spot.

Everett's eyes scanned his son, reading him like an open book.

He didn't mind the quiet himself—it never bothered him. But raising Mateo meant being responsible. He didn't want to nurture an heir who was emotionally out of sorts.

Maybe it was time to bring someone else into the fold.

Putting down his knife and fork, he dabbed his mouth with a napkin, his eyes steady on his son.

Carefully, he asked, "Mateo, how do you feel about Joy?"