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..."

telling you,

"Selena, Selena..."

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

forcing a strained smile. "Jaime, Everett's

"Oh, he knows. Drunk words

hadn't realized Jaime was being deliberately difficult, she'd have to be blind. She glared at him, annoyed by

her. "Joy, we've grown up together. I'm doing this for your own good. If you pursue you love openly, I

you are? We grew up together-why do you only see

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

Everett's temperament, if she succeeded in her schemes, she still wouldn't

tried to guide her, but Joy wouldn't listen. Instead, she started throwing things in a fit, and he couldn't bear to watch.

damages in the

Jaime, isn't this