Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

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?"

"Got it, got it, don't you trust me?" Jaime responded, a bit miffed. For this crazy task, he'd had to ditch a cozy night with a lovely lady, instead dragging Callum out for drinks under the guise of a welcome-back party. Only after getting him plastered did he manage to snag a hair,

He'd never felt so sneaky before.

"Look, you owe me for this one. Count me in on that project you're working on now."

Mr. Everett replied, "I'll have Alex get in touch about the contract."

Jaime was satisfied.

Just then, Alex walked in, "Mr. Everett, you wanted to see me."

Mr. Everett nodded, gesturing

toward the small pouch on the desk. He instructed her to take this hair, along with what Jaime had

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collected, for a DNA test. noveldrama

Before she left, he added, "Make it urgent."

Alex nodded in agreement. But before stepping out, she hesitated, "What if... what if the kid turns out to be Mrs. Everett's and Dr. Campbell's?"

After all, Mrs. Everett and Dr.

Campbell had been abroad for three years, and the child's age matched up. She couldn't quite grasp where Mr. Everett got his confidence from, thinking the child was his.

The moment she spoke, she felt the chill of Mr. Everett's piercing gaze, sending a shiver down her spine.

Alex shuddered, her face blanching. If the child wasn't Mr. Everett's, it could mean disaster...

She didn't dare linger, quickly gathering the items and slipping out.

Mr. Everett pulled out a cigarette, lighting it and exhaling slowly. If the child wasn't his...

His eyes narrowed slightly, the beast within him seemed to be stirring.

He was curious what he'd do.

Three days later, as soon as the test results were in, Alex picked them up and rushed back to Bennett Corporation.

That evening, as Selena was leaving the hospital, her phone suddenly rang.