Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 398

Everett leaned back on the leather sofa, absently swirling his drink, silent for a stretch before speaking up in a laid-back manner. "Can't find her."

"What do you mean, you can't find her?"

Jaime perked up, his curiosity ignited. He and Everett had known each other since before they were born, practically, and he thought there were no secrets between them. But here was Everett, harboring secrets like a pro! Everett's dark eyes narrowed slightly.

After his heart transplant, while he was on the mend, he was hit with the news that his brother's death wasn't accidental as he'd thought. The shock was so intense that he slipped back into a coma, spiking a dangerous fever that threatened his life again. Josh had gone above and beyond, rounding up the best doctors from around the globe, and with the help of some rare medicines from the Hodge family, they managed to pull him back from the brink.

Perhaps because of the fever, when he woke up, his memories were all jumbled. It felt like he'd forgotten someone really important.

Every now and then, bits and pieces would flash in his mind-a vague silhouette-but he'd never managed to see the face clearly, so he had no idea who it was.

As he got better, his memories started to piece themselves together. He recalled something happening during his stay in the countryside, so he asked the servants who had cared for him if they'd noticed him getting close to anyone.

him as a bit of a loner, always keeping to himself and not letting anyone

girl might be the shadowy figure lingering

answers from the cops involved in the investigation but they came up empty too. They'd only responded to an emergency call and

en

had come from a roadside payphone, and there were no surveillance cameras in

trail

memories were hazy about what happened, he was convinced

aside from being naturally reserved and career-driven, he'd shown little interest in other women, probably

until his grandfather pushed him

tale, almost like he was watching a daytime

digesting the story,

his head and spoke