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."

then, or Haley didn't go through

...

The child clung to his mother, as 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 the moment, he slipped

arms, his voice soft and

left Selena

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

wait until he was older, more mature, to slowly tell him everything. Now, that plan was out the window. Selena paused for a long moment before asking, "Mateo,

silent for a long

a dad. I'm the only one

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

sad

oss. "But

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

words were a bit contradictory, Selena understood her son's true feelings. He still yearned for

Of course.

wouldn't want both parents by their side? Everyone

been too selfish, robbing him of the fatherly love he deserved from the moment he was born. Holding her child,

mom

hands, his voice trembling, "Mom, don't cry. I don't need a dad, having you

"My sweet boy."