Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 525

"Everett, don't be like that..." His voice was almost breaking.

Everett had long figured out what kind of person he was dealing with, yet here he was, still playing the part. He took another drag from his cigarette, the smoke blurring his handsome features, making his expression unreadable. After a while, his husky voice finally broke the silence.

"Do me a favor."

Jaime, treading carefully, asked, "You're not seriously asking me to break Callum's arm, are you?"

He felt stuck between a rock and a hard place, torn by the dilemma.

"Relax, it's simple."

Everett stood up, facing the sea. The wind tousled his hair, making his eyes even more intense and captivating.

"Bring me a strand of Callum's hair."

Jaime was taken aback, "What, are you planning to use it for some voodoo doll under the bridge?"

Everett shot him a look that screamed 'are you serious?'

Then, with a voice deep and mysterious, he said, "I suspect Gift is my son."

Either Mateo didn't die back then, or Haley didn't go through with the abortion.

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At Brook's house, Selena cradled little Mateo, feeling her worries ease. The child clung to his mother, as if terrified of losing her again, his little arms wrapped tightly around her, soothed by her familiar scent.

Ricky stood by quietly, his eyes a bit misty. Not wanting to interrupt the moment, he slipped out of the room, closing the door softly behind him.

After a while, little Mateo peeked out from his mother's arms, his voice soft and innocent, "Mom, is that man my dad?"

His straightforward question left Selena at a loss for words.

When Mateo was younger, the idea of a father was foreign to him, but that didn’t mean he’d never understand. Especially since he was wise beyond his years.

But how could she explain the tangled history between her and Everett to a three-year-old? She had planned to wait until he was older, more mature, to slowly tell him everything. Now, that plan was out the window.