Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 768

"Well, that does make sense," Jaime mused, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Indeed."

Joy's eyes lit up with hope. "So, can I take Everett home now? He's had too much to drink and must be feeling lousy. I want him to get some rest."

She reached out to steady Everett's arm.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Jaime swatted her hand away. "Hold your horses. Let's not get all touchy-feely just yet."

Joy's patience was wearing thin. Since when did Jaime become so clueless? He wasn't exactly a saint himself, with women coming and going. What was he trying to prove now?

But she forced a smile, trying to keep her cool. "What's the issue now?"

"You can't just make that call yourself. We need to hear both sides of the story," Jaime said, plopping down beside Everett and practically yelling in his ear, "Everett, your girl wants to take you home. Should I let her?"

It took a few shouts before Everett stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he mumbled, "Selena?"

"No, it's Joy."

"Selena... bad woman..."

I'm telling

"Selena, Selena..."

back-and-forth, Jaime looked up at Joy, who was practically fuming, and shrugged helplessly, "See?

smile. "Jaime, Everett's drunk. He doesn't know what he's

knows. Drunk

being deliberately difficult, she'd have to be blind. She glared at him, annoyed

your name even once, wouldn't stop you tonight," Jaime sighed, trying to reason with her. "Joy, we've grown up together. I'm

you think you are? We grew up together-why do you only see Selena? Why can't you have my back?" Joy's composure

the outsider, and she was the one who'd been there all along! They

was genuinely trying to help her. Knowing Everett's temperament, if she succeeded in her

wouldn't listen. Instead, she started throwing things in a fit, and

the damages in the suite are billed to Joy

Jaime,