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."

didn't die back then, or

...

if terrified of losing her again, his little arms wrapped tightly around her, soothed by her familiar scent. Ricky stood by quietly, his eyes a bit misty. Not wanting to interrupt

Mateo peeked out from his mother's arms, his voice soft and innocent, "Mom, is

straightforward question left Selena at a loss

the idea of a father was foreign to him, but that didn't mean he'd never understand. Especially since he

to slowly tell him everything. Now,

silent for a long

dad. I'm

know how to

sad

oss. "But

to you. I don't want to like him."

a bit contradictory, Selena understood her son's true feelings.

Of course.

side? Everyone

fatherly love he

his mom

tried to wipe her tears with his tiny hands, his voice trembling,

"My sweet boy."