Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 397

"Margot, I'm not coming over. Get some rest," he said, his voice steady but firm, as he slowly ended the call. Ignoring the pleas on the other end, he hung up and turned off his phone. With a sigh, he fired up the engine, hit the gas, and headed towards another posh In the dead of night, the doorbell rang unexpectedly.

apartment complex.

Jaime and his 24-inch legged companion had just wrapped up the prelude and were on the brink of the main act when they nearly jumped out of their skins. Jaime sprang out of bed, hastily pulling on a bathrobe, his temper flaring as he stormed towards the door. Who in their right mind would interrupt him at this hour? Whoever it was, they'd better brace themselves for a beatdown, or he might as well reverse his name!

Muttering curses under his breath, Jaime yanked open the door, ready to unleash his fury, but froze when he saw Everett standing there, looking even more annoyed than he was. Damn it, just his luck!

Feigning ignorance, Jaime snapped, "Wrong door!" and tried to slam it shut.

But Everett, quick as ever, wedged his hand in the doorway, pushed it open, and barged past Jaime into the living room. Making himself at home, he flopped onto the sofa, grabbed an open bottle of wine from the coffee table, and poured himself a glass. Jaime could practically feel his heart breaking this was the price of bad friends!

Hearing the commotion, the long-legged woman called out from the bedroom. Everett, without so much as a glance, ordered coolly, "Tell her to clear out."

Swallowing the urge to toss Everett out the window, Jaime reminded himself repeatedly that this was his brother from another mother, the one he'd shared childhood secrets with. Bros before... well, you know. With a resigned sigh, he trudged back to the bedroom. After a few sharp slaps, the woman dressed and stormed out. She paused in the living room at the sight of the strikingly handsome man, huffed in frustration, and left, even more annoyed.

had assumed it was another girlfriend showing up, but no-it was a

are just... peculiar! Handsome, sure, but

red handprints on his face, settled across from Everett, glaring daggers

shambles, and he

What a jerk!

gulp of wine, and finally spoke, "Everett, this isn't like

filed for divorce,

nove

a year now. The number of times Everett drowned his sorrows

you sure you don't like Selena? Why stick around if you don't? There's a line of women eager to become

silent, sipping his wine, revealing nothing about his

then had a eureka moment, his inner

hung up on your old flame? If that's the case, why not find her and let

Honestly, Jaime hadn't thought

Selena initially, but