Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 506

Everett glanced sideways and there was Yasmine, a bit uneasy in her simple dress, clutching an old canvas bag. Her face was bare, shoulders draped with black hair, and not a single hair accessory in sight.

Inside the Bennett Corporation building, everyone was part of the elite circle, where appearances were everything. People were decked out in sharp suits and polished shoes, looking like they just stepped out of a fashion magazine.

Though the world preached equality, reality was pretty harsh. Lines of class, wealth, and power were drawn in bold strokes. And Bennett Corporation, with Everett at the helm, was perched right at the top of that pyramid.

Yasmine seemed out of place, like a fish out of water. She seemed to sense it too, becoming even more self-conscious, her head hanging low, voice barely a whisper.

Everett's eyes flickered with surprise. "You’ve been discharged?" he asked. Though his words were directed at Yasmine, he was really seeking confirmation from Alex, who handled all of Yasmine’s affairs.

Alex was just as clueless, stunned by the news of her discharge. Given the severity of her injuries, she should’ve been in bed for weeks. Seeing her in the hospital, bruised and battered, had been terrifying.

Caught off guard, Alex couldn’t respond, which made Everett frown, as if questioning Alex’s competence.

Yasmine, noticing this, quickly chimed in, "Mr. Everett, please, don’t blame Alex. It was my choice to leave. My injuries aren’t that bad, but the hospital bills... they were too much for me to handle." Her cheeks flushed with worry.

Her features were delicate, the kind of subtle beauty that didn’t scream for attention. Not as striking as Selena’s allure or Margot’s crafted elegance, but simply pretty. Her blushing cheeks added a bit of color.

Everett's gaze returned to her, his voice cool. "What are you doing here?"

Relieved he wasn’t pressing further, Yasmine handed over the canvas bag. "I... I made some pastries. I hope you’ll try them." Her voice was filled with a mix of hope and nerves.

Everett knew she was trying to express her gratitude, but he still didn’t accept the bag. "I’ve told you before, you don’t need to do this; it’s unnecessary," he replied.