Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Everett raised an eyebrow, almost forgetting about that night with the young actress. He could only vaguely remember her eyes that bore a striking resemblance to Selena's. As he remained silent, Alex quietly began to edge toward the door. But before she could make her exit, Everett elegantly capped his pen and coolly said, "Let her come up."

Alex paused, speechless.

When Breanne stepped into the CEO's office, she had prepared herself, yet the sheer opulence of the space still took her breath away. Bennett Corporation was smack in the middle of Manhattan's bustling business district, with a massive floor-to-ceiling window offering a sweeping view of the city-a view that made you feel like you were on top of the world.

Her eyes drifted to the man by the window, one hand in his pocket, the other cradling a cup of coffee. The club's dim lighting had masked his features that night, but now, with sunlight streaming in, Everett's striking looks and regal demeanor were on full display, radiating an allure that seemed almost custom- designed to captivate women.

He had it all: looks, physique, wealth, pedigree, and a natural charisma that most men could only dream of attaining, in this life or the next. It was no wonder women flocked to him like moths to a flame.

Just the sight of his silhouette was enough to make Breanne's knees feel weak. After several failed attempts, her persistence had finally paid off-Mr. Everett had agreed to see her. She was filled with hope.

Breanne flashed her most dazzling smile, her voice sweet and soft, "Mr. Everett~"noveldrama

Everett turned, giving her a brief once-over with his dark eyes. "Sit," he said, moving to the sofa and sitting down with graceful ease, crossing his long legs.

Breanne took the seat across from him, having deliberately chosen to wear sheer stockings. As she sat, her long, slender legs were perfectly displayed, offering a silent temptation.

Everett's gaze swept over her briefly but didn't linger. His handsome face was inscrutable, his tone indifferent, "What brings you here, Mallie?"

Breanne wasn't there for business. Usually, when she made the first move and he agreed to meet, things would naturally fall into place. She certainly wasn't there to talk shop.

She wondered whether Everett genuinely didn't get her intentions or if he was just playing dumb. Then again, some men liked to maintain a façade of being the perfect gentleman, only to reveal their true selves in private. She wondered if Everett was one of them

Instead of being discouraged, Breanne felt a thrill of excitement. She cleared her throat, leaning forward slightly, her V-neck top. offering a tantalizing glimpse. She smited alluringly, "Mr. Everett,I left you my number that night was wondering why you haven't called."

"I've been waiting for your call, day and night, missing you terribly. I just couldn't resist coming to see you."

Breanne fluttered her eyes, sending a flurry of flirtatious signals. "You don't mind me dropping by unannounced, do you?"

Normally, this approach had men melting; it was a tactic that had never failed her.

Everett leaned his head on his hand, studying Breanne. In the bright light, her features were clear. She did resemble Selena, but only

ver

superficially, without capturing any of her true essence.