Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 528

The child's hair...

Yasmine couldn't help but glance down at the small pouch in her hands. So, this was the hair of the child Mr. Everett's ex-wife had brought back. Was he suspecting the child might be his?

If... if the child really was his, what would he do? Would he try to patch things up with his ex-wife?

Yasmine recalled the day Mr. Everett had rushed her to the hospital and then hurried off, with Alex saying he went after his wife. It was the first time she'd seen him in such a hurry; usually, he was the picture of calm and collected, always unflappable.

Nothing seemed to ever ruffle him.

But now, she found herself intensely curious about his ex-wife. Lying in her hospital bed, despite feeling unwell, she took out her phone and searched for her.

Turns out her name was Selena, a stunning and renowned journalist known for her impactful news stories. Truly impressive. The kind of impressive that can make you feel a bit small and envious.

After Joy had finished explaining things, she left, leaving Yasmine alone, gripping the small pouch tighter and tighter.

When the meeting wrapped up, and the office door swung open, a procession of executives filed out. Yasmine had carefully prepared a cup of coffee just the way Mr. Everett liked it, and she brought it in, placing it gently by his side, inviting him to try it.

Mr. Everett was still buried in his paperwork, not even glancing up.

After a long pause, noticing she hadn't left, he finally looked up, "Something else?"

Yasmine nodded slightly and slowly slid the small pouch across the desk toward him. Her voice was a bit rough, "Manager Jiang dropped by earlier and asked me to give this to you."

Mr. Everett paused for a moment, surprised. He capped his pen and pushed the documents aside, then picked up the small pouch with a serious demeanor. He examined it closely, a rare, faint smile tugging at his lips.

Yasmine watched quietly from the side, feeling a strange ache in her chest.

"You can leave now, and call Alex in," Mr. Everett instructed coolly.

Yasmine's hands clenched at her sides, wrinkling her dress as she turned and hurried out.

Mr. Everett stood and moved to the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing out at the clear blue sky. He pulled out his phone and called Jaime.

As soon as the call connected, he got straight to the point, "Did you get it?"