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 you, it's

"Selena, Selena..."

who was practically fuming, and shrugged helplessly, "See? I tried, but all he can

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

"Oh, he knows. Drunk words are

have to

Jaime sighed, trying to reason with her. "Joy, we've grown up together. I'm doing this for your own good. If you pursue you love openly, I won't say a word. But those sneaky moves? They're beneath

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

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

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

listen. Instead, she started throwing things in a fit, and he couldn't bear to watch. Leaving her to her tantrum, he helped Everett up and walked

with a reminder. "Make sure all the damages in the

"Mr. Jaime, isn't this