Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 670

Everett lit up a cigarette and took a deep drag, letting the smoke swirl around and obscure his handsome features. He remained silent for what felt like ages. Just when Alex thought he wasn't going to respond, he gave a slight nod toward a document on the table, signaling her to take a look.

Alex stepped forward, picked up the document, and started flipping through it. In the next instant, her eyes went wide with shock. "How... how could this happen?" Her voice trembled as she spoke.

Everett leaned back, exhaling a smoke ring slowly, his voice hoarse as he warned, "Keep this to yourself." His tone was mild, but the warning was crystal clear.

Alex was so frightened that she felt a chill run down her spine. She quickly clamped her hands over her mouth, silently vowing not to breathe a word of it. Everett waved her away, standing there as the darkness outside seemed to engulf him completely.

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In the heart of Paris, deep in the night, Yasmine was enjoying a sweet dream of Mr. Everett arriving on a white horse to marry her. But that dream was shattered when she was suddenly bundled into a sack and dragged away.

She struggled and screamed, calling out for the bodyguards, but there was no answer. After what seemed like forever, she was dumped onto the ground. As the sack was loosened, she finally saw light again.

She found herself at a deserted dock, surrounded by shipping containers. And sitting in front of her was a man she recognized—it was Blaine, the guy who always hung around Selena.

Blaine lounged casually on a chair, pulling out a cigarette and lighter. He lit the cigarette, and for a moment, the flame illuminated his face, making him look both handsome and dangerous.

Yasmine felt a chill run down her spine. She was sure Selena had sent Blaine to get back at her. In New York, she had Mr. Everett's protection, but here, Selena had caught up to her. What a low, shameless move!

She swallowed her fear and raised her voice, "Blaine, if you dare touch me, Mr. Everett will make sure you regret it. You better let me go now, and maybe I'll consider letting this slide!"

Blaine chuckled darkly. He couldn't stand people who talked tough when they were in deep trouble. "You sure have a lot to say," he remarked, tilting his head just a bit.