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.

think? Don’t hurt her,” Jerome

Jerome found himself quite drawn to her fiery spirit.

for this,’ he

had forgotten to buy a cake for her grandfather. It wasn’t until she was almost at his house an hour

of the road and

“Sure thing.”

and squatted next to the woman as she watched sugar turn into fluffy clouds through a small hole in a metal container while the woman deftly spun it

cotton candy grew bigger and bigger until it became a big white ball, which was

turned red as she remembered her grandfather picking her up from school when she was in elementary school. Whenever she acted cute in front

she last saw her grandfather and forgot what sweetness

brought endless

your order is ready,” said the

and concealed her emotions. She took out a hundred dollars from her bag and put it in the box where the woman collected money. Then she silently

to wake up early and work late just to earn a few bucks. Plus, city management was strict too – they had to hide here and there just so that they could

help out

with cotton candy in hand under tree shadows. The sunlight shone on her small face as white as pear blossoms; although her

breath, “Isn’t that Mrs.

figure slowly approaching, licking a cotton

a moment,

How could she be here? Did she intentionally inquire about

Kelvin’s face

haunting him, he wouldn’t let her

when they brushed past each other, Cheyenne seemed not to have seen him

on the road ahead without any pause for even a

walked away gradually into the distance. The woman got

Huh?

Ignoring him completely?

wanted – Cheyenne finally

Foley…hello, can you hear me?” The middle-aged