Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

This was definitely a classic case of "bringing up what shouldn't be mentioned," and Everett threw a frosty glance his way.

Jaime felt an icy chill slide down his spine, as if he'd been plunged into the Arctic. Thinking fast, he lightly slapped his own cheek and muttered, "Ugh, why do I always put my foot in my mouth?" "Got nothing else to occupy your time?" Everett's face was unreadable, and though his voice was calm, it held an unspoken authority. To save his own hide, Jaime could only mime zipping his lips shut. Everett was already in a foul mood from that morning's events, and now he didn't even bother to hide his irritation. He settled behind his desk and, without so much as a glance, dismissed Jaime. "If you're just here to chat, then scram. I'm not your entertainment committee."

Jaime rubbed his chin, contemplating the stormy look on Everett's face, which screamed frustration. He'd already told Everett thatt Selena was dead set on ending things with him, but he hadn't bought it. Well, guess it all came true.

Everett had never been dealt such a blow before. As his closest buddy, Jaime's review was: juicy, can't get enough of this drama!

He was about to pry for more details when Everett, seeming to have eyes in the back of his head, warned him, "Say another word, and the business in Antartica..."

"Alright, I'm outta here! Your humble servant bids farewell!"

Jaime made a break for it but stopped short when Everett called him back in his deep voice, "Get back here."

flashing a nervous grin. "What else do you need, boss? Just say the word,

off on a document, looked up with his dark eyes slightly narrowing, and said, "Set up a dinner soon to welcome Callum back. It's been ages since we all got together." Planning these kinds of

Apart from Jaime, his closest friend, Callum was the only other person he considered close. Despite being compared to each other since childhood, they hadn't become

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of the Campbell Estate,

You dodged a bullet this time, but next time you might not be so lucky. I can't always bail you out!" Ricky, unusually quiet, didn't argue but instead asked, "Do

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elite social circle, Ricky never showed interest in those folks. Unexpectedly, his eyes lit up, and he spoke with excitement, "Are you close to him? He's my hero. Can you get me his autograph?" He