Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 599

Everett finally turned to face her.

His expression was still cold, his gaze unyielding. He looked at her and said, word by word, "The past means nothing to me now. I have a family. I'll repay your kindness with money, every last bit." "And I'll grant you one request. Think it over, and you can ask anytime."

Yasmine trembled, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded, "Mr. Everett, what are you talking about... I've been waiting for you... How could you just brush me aside with money?"

"Don't you remember? You used to like me!"

Watching her dissolve into tears, Everett felt nothing. Not even a flicker of emotion.

That day in his office, when he picked up the jade pendant, he'd stared at it for a long time before locking it away. He thought finding the girl from his past would make him happy. But when it turned out to be Yasmine, all he felt was disappointment. Maybe she didn't match the image he'd built up in his mind, or maybe nostalgia had painted a prettier picture.

The shadowy figure in his memories didn't match the real Yasmine.

But maybe it was his heart that had changed. It had already made room for Selena, a woman who was anything but easygoing. He couldn't make space for anyone else, nor did he want to.

He couldn't erase the memory of what once was, couldn't deny it, so he had to find a way to make amends.

to Yasmine's accusations or her affection. He

shocked yet again, snapped his mouth

collapsed onto the bed, her tears slowly turning

returned, little Mateo

else checked out fine. He didn't like the hospital, and neither did Selena, so they signed out and headed home. Later that night, after wrapping up work in his study, calming his

pajamas, arms and legs wrapped around his mom, sleeping like

would dare to pull something like this. Everett moved closer, planning to carry

wrapped her arms protectively around their son. "Little Mateo was scared. I promised

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entirely on their son, not him, and a pang of jealousy hit him. But

worry about it. Let him stay here,

back down, pulling her son