Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 384

After a long pause, he casually lifted his eyelids, casting a sidelong glance at Derick and asked with an unexpectedly sharp tone, "Derick, have you checked out these investigation results?"

The sudden question caught Derick off guard, sending a chill down his spine. He tried to keep his cool, responding in his usual professional manner, "Mr. Everett, you must be joking. I wouldn't dare invade your privacy."

Everett's gaze briefly scanned his face, as if the question was just a whim and he wasn't really interested in the answer. With a dismissive wave, he signaled Derick to leave.

It wasn't until Derick exited the office and shut the door behind him that his racing heart began to slow, and his forehead was covered in sweat. Even though he never underestimated his boss, he hadn't expected Everett to catch on to the medication issue so quickly! Luckily, the task was in his hands, and he could spin a story to cover things up. Otherwise, it would've been a real mess to handle!

Derick patted his chest, taking deep breaths to ease his nerves.

Back in the office, Everett reached out, his fingertips just brushing the leather pouch before pausing. After a few moments, he picked it up and opened it.

That night, Everett didn't come home. Selena sent a message, more for formality's sake, which went unanswered. She didn't mind; she had done her part as a wife. His absence was actually a relief.

Grandpa, Ava, and even the bodyguards. She and Ava personally handed out the

her freedom to come and go, Selena woke up feeling refreshed,

him not to gamble anymore. One day, she'd leave with her baby, and she wouldn't be

that he'd quit gambling and stay away from bad influences, promising not

her

swayed by others. Fortunately, Ricky was graduating this year. Once he joined

of finances, her

to make much

She went to

hima's room, had a

a

a bank card. "There's enough money here for you and Dad to live comfortably if you don't splurge. Ricky, I trust you

Ricky would refuse, but today he just stared at the card for a while before closing his hand around it. The corners pressed into his palm, a little painfully. When he

tightened. This