Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 155

In the spacious and quiet presidential suite, laughter suddenly erupted. Holding his stomach, Jaime collapsed onto the sofa, laughing so hard that tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Three bucks! So you worked your tail off all afternoon, and all you got was three bucks as a tip. Gotta hand it to Selena-she's a genius! She's got some real talent!" Across from Jaime, Everett sat on the couch, gripping a wine glass, and stared at him like a ghost from the past.

Completely oblivious, Jaime picked up one of the coins, puzzled, and asked, "But why is it three bucks? An old girlfriend of mine used to write those CEO romance novels, and she told me that if the heroine wants to humiliate the hero, one buck is the limit!" He glanced up at Everett with a teasing grin. "But of course, you're worth a little more than the average guy!"

Everett was at a loss. Should he just admit that it was because they had sex three times, so three bucks it was? What made Everett any better than the run-of-the-mill hero?

He tossed back his head, downing the wine in one go, and shot a fierce glare at Jaime. "Say one more word of this nonsense, and you're out of here!"

"Come on, don't be like that."

Jaime finally picked up on the fact that his buddy was about to blow a fuse and quickly threw up his hands in surrender.

they were kids. This golden boy, born with a silver spoon and exceptional talent, was always the one others looked up to. Never had he been the butt of a joke, especially not by the woman

gossip from Derick that afternoon, Jaime skipped out on the big shindig that night to come mock-no, comfort-his buddy's bruised ego. He was on a mission, after all; he couldn't just

poured himself another

a sip before slipping into the role of the understanding friend. "Everett, girls often say the opposite of what they mean if she's letting you into her bed, it means

to get

Men could separate sex from emotion, but for women, you had to win their hearts before you could win their bodies. "Really?" Everett's eyes narrowed

his years of

escapades, Jaime swore

Women might have long hair, but they sure don't have long memories and are always plotting

say

penis!"

Everett lifted his chin, gesturing to the fruit knife on the coffee table. He said coolly, "Well, you can start now. Selena slept

and down, his confidence shaken. "No wonder you've got that abandoned husband look. Ha! Even