Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

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.

Yasmine couldn't hide her

disappointment. "Mr. Everett, I know you have everything, and I have so little. This is the only way I know to thank you." After receiving such kindness, she couldn't just walk away without giving something

back.

Everett paused, then gestured for Alex to take the bag. Alex stepped forward, and Yasmine's eyes lit up with a hint of joy as she handed it over.

Checking his watch, Everett said, "Alex, arrange for a car to take her back to the hospital."

Alex was about to agree when Yasmine quickly spoke up, "Mr. Everett, I actually have one more small request. Could you spare just a few more minutes?" She was aware of his busy schedule and hesitant to take more of his time.

The lobby was bustling with activity,

and though it seemed no one dared to focus on the boss, everyone

secretly paying attention. With a meeting looming, Everett instructed Alex to take Yasmine to his office and said they'd talk after he finished.

After giving his instructions, Everett strode off towards the executive elevator, his long strides purposeful.

Meanwhile, Alex found herself in the unexpected role of caretaker, leading Yasmine to the elevator.

As soon as they left, the Bennett Corporation was buzzing with excitement!

The rumored favorite of Mr. Everett, who had managed to outshine the official Mrs. Bennett, Selena, and the scandalous Margot, had finally appeared after three years! And it was Secretary Song who personally received her!

Work was forgotten as everyone

eagerly followed the unfolding drama. Internal forums lit up with discussions. The burning questions were: What does she look like? Are there any photos? Is her beauty so captivating that it caught Mr.

Everett's eye?

After all, former Mrs. Bennett, Selena, was a universally acknowledged beauty. Even in the countryside for an interview, her natural face could withstand ultra-high-definition scrutiny. When Margot had tried to challenge her, netizens had voted her down, a scandal she still couldn't shake.noveldrama

But despite the gossip frenzy, no one dared to take photos-no one wanted to risk their necks.