Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

At first, she didn't think much of it. Just another lawyer doing his job, she thought. But now, seeing him in person, she was taken aback by how young, handsome, and undeniably charismatic he was.

Every move he made oozed a certain magnetic masculinity. Beneath his thin shirt, hints of toned muscles seemed to tease the imagination, making anyone want to take a closer look.

Matilda was never one to miss out on what she wanted. Her legs, wrapped in sleek black stockings, playfully brushed against Blaine's calf under the table.

"Blaine," Matilda purred, her voice smooth and inviting, "I'm counting on you to win this case for me. And if you do, consider any reward yours for the taking."

She paused, her meaning crystal clear, "Including me."

Blaine raised an eyebrow, neither rejecting nor fully engaging with Matilda's flirtation. Instead, he offered a sly smile, "Matilda, I'll give it my all."

Pleased, Matilda clinked her wine glass against his. Their eyes danced with a shared understanding as they sipped their drinks.noveldrama

After a sumptuous meal, Blaine signed off on the bill. Matilda gracefully stood, sauntering over to him. Her delicate fingers hooked onto his tie, reeling him in. Her red lips whispered against his ear, "Got plans tonight? How about we have a little fun?"

Blaine chuckled softly, his hand finding her waist, gently caressing. "Matilda, as tempting as that sounds, I've got to head back and prep for the trial. I've got to keep my head in the game right now."

Matilda laughed brightly, rising on her toes to plant a kiss on his cheek. "I'll be waiting for the good news, Blaine," she said, leaving with a flirtatious flip of her hair and a playful wink, her heels clicking as she walked away.

As she turned to leave, Blaine's smile faded. He picked up a napkin, wiping her lipstick mark from his cheek with a blank face, then removed his tie, tossing it into the trash.

Outside, his car was ready and waiting. Just as he was about to slip inside, he spotted a familiar figure across the street, waiting at the traffic light.

Blaine's cool demeanor slipped, his dark eyes narrowing in disbelief. Alexa?

He slammed the car door shut and dashed across the street, urgency driving his every step.

Inside the car, Holt was taken aback, quickly calling out, "Boss, where are you headed?"

Blaine pushed through the crowd with determination. The light turned green, and the crowd surged forward. By the time he reached the other side, Alexa was gone.

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street, give up, he scanned the seen was as if the glimpse had street, but she was nowhere to be e been nothing more than a mirage.

Holt finally caught up, breathless, "Boss, what's going on? Did something happen?"

Blaine's expression was tense, "I... I thought I saw Alexa."

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sping "That can't be... Alexa's long gone..."

Blaine's fists clenched, his Adam's apple bobbing, "Maybe I just imagined it."

After a few moments of silence, he turned back, and Holt sighed, following him.

Behind a large tree, Alexa watched Blaine's retreating figure, her heart pounding in her chest.

Thank goodness... thank goodness...