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."

Mateo didn't die back then, or Haley didn't go through with the

...

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 out of the room, closing the

a while, little Mateo peeked out from his mother's arms, his voice soft

Selena at a loss

was foreign to him, but that didn't mean he'd never

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

head, silent for a

has a dad. I'm the only

child didn't know how to hide.

sad

"But he's

to you. I don't

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

Of course.

both parents by their side?

love he deserved from the moment he was born. Holding her child,

his mom

his tiny hands, his voice trembling, "Mom, don't

"My sweet boy."