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

dared to slap him across the face. Jerome found himself quite drawn to her fiery spirit.

for this,’ he thought

man, Cheyenne had forgotten to buy a cake for her grandfather. It wasn’t until she was

cotton candy on the side of the road and suddenly had an idea. “Ma’ma, can

“Sure thing.”

as she watched sugar turn into fluffy clouds through a small hole

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

school when she was in elementary school. Whenever she acted

had been three years since she last saw her grandfather and forgot what sweetness

endless

order is ready,” said

from her bag

earn a few bucks. Plus, city management was strict too – they

out however

incredibly beautiful woman wearing a black strap dress walking on the pedestrian path with cotton candy in hand under tree shadows. The sunlight shone on her small face as white as pear blossoms; although her eyes were red rimmed, there

his breath, “Isn’t that Mrs.

over and saw the figure slowly approaching, licking a cotton candy

a moment, he

intentionally inquire about

thought of this, Kelvin’s face turned dark

continue haunting him, he wouldn’t

when they brushed past each other, Cheyenne seemed

gaze remained calm and steady on the road ahead without

and rhythmic thudding sounds as she walked away gradually into the distance. The woman got into the car and

Huh?

Ignoring him completely?

wanted –

you hear me?” The middle-aged