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

...

ease. 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

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

straightforward question left Selena at a loss for

was foreign to him, but that didn't mean he'd never understand. Especially since he was wise beyond

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

head, silent

a dad. I'm the only one

child didn't know how

sad

oss. "But

to you. I don't want

Selena understood her son's true feelings. He still yearned for

Of course.

both parents by their side? Everyone

too selfish, robbing him of the fatherly love

mom

to wipe her tears with his tiny hands, his voice trembling, "Mom, don't cry. I

"My sweet boy."