How Death Became My Rebirth by Evelyn Florence

Chapter 257

Sure enough, Kenneth was not satisfied with it.

Although he was happy no matter what Cassandra called him, he just wanted it to be special.

“Neither of them are good. Think it over,” Kenneth said.

Cassandra was rendered speechless.

It wouldn’t be that difficult to think of a plan worth hundreds of billions of dollars.

“What do you think? What would you like me to call you?” Cassandra asked. She thought “Ken” would be too cheesy, so she didn’t bring it up.

“Dear boyfriend, Ken…” Actually, Kenneth wanted Cassandra to call him Honey most.

However, Cassandra was too young to realize it.

She was speechless for a moment.

“I’ll call you Ken then,” she suddenly said. It turned out that was Kenneth’s type.

“Okay,” Kenneth replied, looking at Cassandra with expectation.

Cassandra was a little confused, wondering what he wanted.

“Cassie!” Kenneth called.

“Yes?” Cassandra was stunned.

“Cassie!” he called again.

“I’m here,” she replied.

Kenneth held her in his arms gently as if he was holding an invaluable treasure.

“Ken, I want to drink some water,” Cassandra said, spoiling the mood.

Kenneth suddenly recalled that he first met Cassandra eight years ago. She was very sensible and kind. Although she lived a poor life, there was hope in her eyes.

She saved his life at the time but later wanted to kick him out. It was not because she disliked him. She simply didn’t have enough money to support another person.

took him in. However, she would break down

400 dollars in cash. He bought Cassandra a lot of shrimp and gave her the rest of the money. Therefore, he was able to

he felt warm in his heart and he was

really wanted to hear her call

might refuse him. He was ready

of her

a glass of juice

any dessert, the Yates family suddenly showed up and spoiled her mood. She couldn’t eat them at this time, but she could drink a

“Okay. Thanks,” she said.

juice, Kenneth chose a photo of Cassandra’s back from his phone and shared it on Instagram with the caption,

glass of juice to

have a rest? I’ll drive you to school tomorrow morning,” Kenneth said, looking at the time. It was time for Cassandra

“Yes, please,” Cassandra replied.

Cassandra to her room and opened the door for her. The wall featured a blue gradient, which made people feel at ease. The room was spacious and tidy, with

room and held the Winnie–the–Pooh in her arms. “Why is

asked Yannick to get a Winnie–the- Pooh and put it on

her more about

was fond of the bear. It was

in front of her and patted the Winnie–the–Pooh on the head, as if

his room, he began to

of people left their comments. He smirked and clicked on

when

You finally have the woman you

be

is this woman Cassie? Are

Zelinski’s Instagram account? Could it be

of a bank: [Mr. Zelinski, have you

real estate developer: [Congratulations, Mr. Zelinski!

introduce

back to the country and wanted to have further contact with Cassandra, he applied for an Instagram account. Yannick also invited many business

be together, he didn’t post it. This was the first time he posted a photo on

uproar among his followers. They

the world’s richest man, was cruel and indit. How

he had

to

real estate developer, everyone’s comments were

to be idle. Double your training from tomorrow on. Quadruple it if you