Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

On the second-floor terrace, Everett leaned casually against the railing, swirling a glass of wine in his hand. His dark eyes were fixed on the small figure sneaking around in the night. Thanks to his small stature, the kid was able to dodge the bodyguards. Everett's lips curled into a slight smile, more amused than anything else. Just then, Bill walked over, glancing at the little guy before asking respectfully, "Mr. Everett, should we stop him?"

The young master likely didn't know that Moon Bay had comprehensive surveillance. He might have slipped past the bodyguards, but he couldn't avoid the cameras.

Everett took a sophisticated sip of his red wine, savoring its rich flavor. His tone was cool and detached, "He's got guts. Let him go."

Bill was understandably surprised. It was late, and Moon Bay was big and remote. Plus, the kid was so small-it was risky. He wanted to say something, but seeing the stern look on Everett's face, he stayed silent.

Little Mateo tiptoed, struggling to open the small gate, and without hesitation, stepped out. Moon Bay was perched on a hillside, and stepping out meant facing winding mountain roads. A gust of wind rustled the nearby leaves, making an eerie sound.

Staring into the endless darkness below, Mateo felt like he was facing a beast with its mouth wide open, ready to swallow everything. Naturally, he was scared and hesitated for a moment, shuffling his little feet.

But his desire to see his mom won over his fear, and he bravely ventured into the twilight. The road seemed short by car, but on foot, Mateo realized it was incredibly long. He trudged along, panting, still far from the main road, tired and sleepy, yet he persisted.

Suddenly, two headlights appeared ahead. Mateo looked up to see a taxi and, filled with hope, waved his tiny hands to flag it down. The taxi stopped beside him, and the driver rolled down the window. Seeing the little one not even as tall as the car door, he joked, "Kid, what are you doing out here all alone in the middle of the night? Running away from home?"

Mateo skipped the small talk, his big eyes locked on the driver. "Mister, can you take me to my uncle's house?"

The driver asked, "Do you have money?"

"My mom has money. If you take me there, she'll pay you."

So, no money then.

This was a posh neighborhood, known for its 4uxurious estates. The head of Bennett Corporation had property here, and the residents were either wealthy or influential." The boy in front of him, with his rosy cheeks and neat clothes, was clearly from a rich family.

The driver thought for a moment, a bad idea forming. Maybe he could grab the kid, find out which rich family lost their little prince, and return him for a nice reward. If no one claimed him, he could sett him; a cute kid would fetch a good price.

Thinking this, he smiled warmly and coaxed, "Come on, hop in. I'll be a good guy and take you to your uncle's house."noveldrama

But Mateo wasn't naive. He sensed something wrong in the driver's eyes and stepped back, turning to run. The driver cursed under his breath and got out to chase him.

Tall and strong, he caught up in just a few strides, scooping Mateo up. "Where do you think you're going with those tiny legs?"

"Let me go, help!" Mateo shouted at the top of his lungs. His mom had always told him to yell if he was in danger.

The driver covered Mateo's mouth

with his big hand, threatening, "Quiet, kid, or you'll be sorry. Behave, and just ask your parents for money. If not, I'll sell you to traffickers, break your arms and legs, and make you beg!"

"Mmm-" Mateo struggled fiercely, biting the driver's hand hard. The driver hadn't expected the kid to fight back, and in pain, he let go. Mateo tried to scream again, but the driver, furious, raised his hand to hit him. Just then, a bright light suddenly shone directly into the driver's eyes. He squinted and instinctively raised his hand to shield his face.