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."

or Haley didn't go through

...

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

from his mother's arms, his voice soft and innocent, "Mom, is that

question left Selena at a loss for

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

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

head, silent

I'm the

child didn't know how

sad

oss. "But he's

nice to you. I don't

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

Of course.

their side? Everyone else had

robbing him of the fatherly love he

his mom cry,

voice trembling, "Mom, don't cry. I don't

"My sweet boy."