She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 17: Sleeping at My Place

The descendants of the Edwards family were court physicians and became famous herbal medicine merchants over the last two centuries.

As members of the Edwards family, almost everyone knew about medicine and medical science. However, Layne gave birth to a foolish daughter, so Adrian thought he would pass on his medical skills to his granddaughter Cheyenne

But Cheyenne claimed that she didn’t know anything about medicine. This was strange indeed.

It seemed that Layne had kept his medical skills to himself. Adrian decided that he needed to pay Layne a visit soon

Watching Granncle’s face turn from purple to contemplative, Cheyenne speculated about his true identity.

“Okay then, since you don’t know how to do it. I won’t force you. How is your grandfather doing these days?”

After exchanging pleasantries for a while longer, Cheyenne couldn’t sit still anymore and kept looking at the Rejuvenated Herb in front of her “Granduncle can I take this herb with me?” she asked finally.

At this point, Adrian noticed Granduncle’s face contort slightly as if in pain before he replied weakly, “Take it.”

Cheyenne smiled brightly at him and said, “Thank you so much! You’re so generous! May you live long and prosper! Come visit us sometime!” Adrian just stared silently at them both…

“The girl had a sweet mouth and knew how to talk her way out of things, but I didn’t want to hear it right now. Just go!”

As they emerged from the private room, almost everyone had left the empty lobby. The shadows grew longer and darker.

Only two spotlights in the corner were still on, illuminating their surroundings.

The man sat with his legs crossed on a chair, his black suit blending into the darkness like a lonely ice sculpture. He exuded an icy coldness that made it feel like winter had come early.

His deep–set eyes were fixed on the figures standing at the stairs while his hands clenched into fists beside him.

being less than half a meter away from that man.

Let me take you home,” Omari

ruthlessly rejected him: “No need. Your house is in completely opposite direction from

can sleep wherever you want – even

he said and looked deeply into Cheyenne’s face; although he couldn’t see her expression clearly, her fair hand resting

house may be

so heartless to leave me

sound like that of a man who

of them laughing and talking flashed before Kelvin’s eyes. An unnamed anger spread through his

always only the

at her, Cheyenne couldn’t help

with a pair of

on half of the man’s face; his full forehead, high nose

cold profile and perfect features were like scenes from a movie timeless and

…Kelvin?

hasn’t he left

one hand in his pocket, he

stood in

“What do you want?”

“Get out.”

Cheyenne with an icy gaze, his expression unfriendly. Omari’s face changed

get lost? I’m here to protect Cheyenne now. She doesn’t want to see you, so you should

Omari had met many influential people before. But

something. Tell your little boyfriend here to leave! Otherwise, I can’t guarantee what might happen

heart sank. Was that

fair hand as she spoke softly, “Omari, wait for me outside.” “Well…” Omari still

outside. If he tries anything harmful towards you, just call me

“Okay.”