Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 220

Everett brushed off his hand without even glancing his way, continuing to down his drinks. He had a stomach condition, and drinking like this was a one-way ticket to the hospital. If anything happened to him here, Jaime feared he'd have both Everett and Josh gang up on him as payback. Jaime wasn't exactly a powerhouse. He could not stop Everett, so he just grumbled, "Bro, you're my only friend. Can you chill for a bit? You're harder to handle than all my girlfriends put together!"

Everett shot him a frosty look and finally said, "Either shut up and drink with me or get lost."

Jaime was at a loss. He knew this was beyond him and figured it was time to call in reinforcements.

Scratching his chin, he cautiously suggested, "How about I call Selena to take you home?"

Whenever Everett had too much to drink, he always preferred Selena to come and get him. She never seemed to mind, either.

Jaime wasn't sure what the spat was about this time, but as folks say, couples argue at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of it. Most issues could be resolved with a bit of passion. Or maybe a lot.

Hearing this, Everett paused, his eyes growing even colder. With a sardonic smile, he said, "She'd probably be thrilled if I never came back."

didn't try to stop him when he left and was likely thinking it was for the best! It had been over two hours, and Everett had not heard a peep from her-no calls,

much for being sweet and caring; it was all a sham! She just didn't care anymore, and her

process everything. Then he asked sincerely, "Everett, what did Selena do wrong? Isn't this what you wanted? Someone to meet your needs, take care of you, be easy-going and not clingy, always be there

his glass tightened. Jaime clearly didn't have a clue, and

a slender woman with long black hair and a white dress walked over. She had that girl-next-door

her as Nadia,

a fantasy series. Known for her beauty and Sweet voice,

glass, she smiled in a way that made her

thought he'd barely sat down before this chance encounter fell into his lap. He struck a suave

the drink from

en

even glance his way and went

dimples, she said, "Mr. Bennett, may I have the

she's got