She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Jerome paid no attention to the short-haired woman’s screaming and instead kept his burning gaze fixed on Cheyenne’s face.

Her fair face flushed with anger, adding two cherry-red blushes to her cheeks that made her look even more delicious.

Then, the beautiful woman smiled sweetly and reached into her bag to pull out a stack of bills, which she stuffed into Jerome’s hand.

Her slender fingers caressed his shoulder slowly and seductively as she spoke in a low voice. “How about I pay you $100,000 for one night? Your looks are much better than those gigolos I’ve seen before.”

Jerome was annoyed by the comparison and furrowed his eyebrows. “They can’t compare to me!”

“Is that so?” She raised an eyebrow.

“I can cum seven times a night. Want to try it? It won’t cost you anything.” Suddenly he grabbed her hand and planted a kiss on the back of it as Cheyenne looked on in shock.

“Smack!” The loud slap made everyone break out in cold sweat, especially the short-haired woman who stared at Cheyenne with wide eyes. “You…you dare!”

Jerome’s face bore clear finger marks. This was the first time that he had ever been beaten.

Lifting her head, the man pressed his lips together and couldn’t help but chuckle, “Baby, your palms are so soft. Slapping me on the face feels strangely sweet.”

Damn, could this guy be into BDSM?

Cheyenne gazed at him like he was a pervert. “You’re nuts. No more talking.”

“Hmm?” Jerome watched as Cheyenne ran back to her car and drove away.

He smiled. “Tom, write down that license plate number and find out who that woman is.”

“Mr. Witt, are you looking for revenge?” Tom asked cautiously, already imagining the woman’s misery.

you think? Don’t hurt

his life, a woman had dared to slap him across the face. Jerome found himself quite drawn to her fiery spirit. Of course, he might just end up dumping

for this,’

cake for her grandfather. It wasn’t until she was almost at his house an hour

a middle-aged woman selling cotton candy on the side of the road and

“Sure thing.”

sugar turn into fluffy clouds through a small hole in a metal container while the woman deftly

bigger until it became a big

was in elementary school. Whenever she acted cute

saw her grandfather and forgot what

brought endless

your order is ready,” said

hundred dollars from her bag and put it in the box where

and work late just to earn a few bucks. Plus, city management was strict too – they

to help out however little it

hand under tree shadows. The sunlight shone on her small face as white as pear blossoms; although her eyes were red rimmed, there was still an intoxicated smile

under his breath, “Isn’t that

cotton

a moment, he

How could she be here? Did she intentionally inquire about his whereabouts and know

of this, Kelvin’s face

to continue haunting him, he wouldn’t let her go

Cheyenne seemed not to have

steady on the road ahead without any

as she walked away gradually into the distance. The woman

Huh?

Ignoring him completely?

wanted – Cheyenne

you hear me?” The