Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 624 Everett leaned against the car, bowing his head to light a cigarette, and took a slow drag. The smoke he exhaled quickly vanished into the night breeze, but his furrowed brow remained unchanged. After finishing his cigarette, he stubbed it out and pulled several gift bags from the car's trunk, all of which he'd carefully picked out for his wife and kid. He made his way to the house.

He tried unlocking the door with his fingerprint, but the system stubbornly flashed "Incorrect password." After three failed attempts, it locked him out. Frustrated, Everett freed a hand to ring the doorbell. It rang for quite some time before Ava, wrapped in a bathrobe and looking a bit cranky, opened the door and immediately started ranting.

"Who on earth thinks it's okay to disturb someone's sleep at this hour?"

Everett's handsome face was taut as he replied coolly, "Ava."

"Oh, it's you, sir! My apologies," Ava said, rubbing her eyes as if just realizing it was him. She opened the door wider and explained, "The lock went haywire a while back, so the missus had it replaced. She didn't know when you'd be back, maybe thought you'd gotten yourself into trouble, so she didn't bother telling you."

each one a little jab. Everett picked up on it immediately. His expression turned frostier. "You talk too

quickly. "It's just been ages since we last saw you, sir, so I might be a tad chatty. Hope you don't

put a lot of emphasis on "ages," making her point clear. Everett decided not to engage. Ava got along well with Selena, and Mateo relied on her, making her indispensable. Picking a fight with her would

elive

and headed straight upstairs with the bags. Ava watched him go, smirking a little. He always tried fixing things after the fact, but who could stand still waiting for

the closer he got, the more anxious he felt. Mateo was already asleep. In the months since they'd last met, he'd shot up a bit, shedding much of his baby fat. His face looked more and

up fast. Overcome with fatherly love, Everett did what he once thought was too mushy he kissed his son a few times without

old block! First meeting and Mateo gives him a slap. But Everett was used to it by now-a slap here, a scold there, all signs of affection. He lay beside Mateo for a bit, tucked him in snugly, and placed the gifts on the bedside table so they'd be the first thing Mateo