Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 525

"Everett, don't be like that..." His voice was almost breaking.

Everett had long figured out what kind of person he was dealing with, yet here he was, still playing the part. He took another drag from his cigarette, the smoke blurring his handsome features, making his expression unreadable. After a while, his husky voice finally broke

the silence. "Do me a favor."

Jaime, treading carefully, asked, "You're not seriously asking me to break Callum's arm, are you?"

He felt stuck between a rock and a hard place, torn by the dilemma.

"Relax, it's simple."

Everett stood up, facing the sea. The wind tousled his hair, making his eyes even more intense and captivating. "Bring me a strand of Callum's hair."

Jaime was taken aback, "What, are you planning to use it for some voodoo doll under the bridge?"

Everett shot him a look that screamed 'are you serious?'

Then, with a voice deep and mysterious, he said, "I suspect Gift is my son."

back then, or Haley didn't go

...

little arms wrapped tightly around her, soothed by her familiar scent. Ricky stood by quietly, his eyes a bit misty. Not wanting

arms, his voice soft and innocent, "Mom, is that man

Selena at a

younger, the idea of a father was foreign to him, but that

planned to wait until he was older, more mature, to slowly tell him everything. Now, that plan was out the window.

head, silent for

else has a dad. I'm the only one

a young child didn't know how to hide. emotions,

sad

oss. "But he's

I don't want

a bit contradictory, Selena understood her son's true

Of course.

side? Everyone else had

of the fatherly love he deserved

his mom cry, little

tears with his tiny hands, his voice trembling, "Mom, don't cry.

"My sweet boy."