Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 77

Selena closed her eyes. She thought she'd be tossing and turning all night, but exhaustion crept in, blurring her thoughts. In that dreamy state, she thought she heard a car driving away—or maybe it was just her imagination. But honestly, who cared?

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Another rainy night hit Newport, dropping the temperature dramatically. The chill was mixed with dampness, leaving a cold and clammy feeling that was hard to shake off.

When Jaime walked into the bar's private room, Everett’s striking face stood out, colder than the rain outside, sending a shiver down his spine. He brushed the raindrops off his leather jacket, found a seat, poured himself a drink, and took a sip to warm up before daring to lean closer.

With a cheeky grin, he asked, “Everett, why the long face?”

Everett, swirling his drink absentmindedly with his slender fingers, replied, “Who said I was down?”

Everett sat silently in the corner, contributing to the room's chill. You'd have to be blind not to notice. Jaime decided to go with the truth. He widened his eyes dramatically, “I noticed instantly.”

Everett didn’t say a word. He leaned back, lazily lifting his eyelids to cast a lukewarm glance at Jaime.

Jaime felt a chill run up his spine, as if Everett's gaze was a dagger poised at his neck. Realizing he should tread carefully, he quickly backtracked, “I must’ve been seeing things. My bad, seriously, I should've kept my mouth shut.”

Jaime downed three drinks in quick succession to show he was sorry. As the alcohol warmed him up, he shrugged off his jacket, hanging it nearby. Drinking alone with someone who was practically an ice block wasn’t exactly fun.

So...

Jaime nearly spat out his drink, barely holding it in. Oh, the classic “I have a friend” story.

Stifling his laughter, he encouraged, “Alright, let’s hear about... your friend.”

Everett seemed genuinely bothered. He rubbed his temples and continued, “His... girlfriend used to be all about him, but out of nowhere, she turned cold. She's been sarcastic and harsh, and even when I—I mean, he—tried to be nice, she just wasn't having it.”

He glanced at Jaime. “You’re supposed to be the expert with the ladies. So, tell me, what’s up with my... my friend’s... girlfriend?”

Everett thought he had Selena figured out ever since they tied the knot. For her, nothing was more important than money and her beloved uncle. As long as she had plenty of cash to burn and her uncle was living the good life, she seemed perfectly content.