She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 150: Young and Naive

Although she was itching with hatred, she had to compromise as her waist got hurt. She grabbed the handkerchief he handed over with her fair and tender hands, exerting a lot of effort just to steady herself. She breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you. By the way, what’s your name, handsome?” Cheyenne asked.

Sam casually folded the well-made handkerchief and threw it into the nearby trash can. Cheyenne widened her eyes and pursed her lips in anger.

“… Do you have to be so exaggerated?”

His face turned slightly red as his features became even more handsome in his blue suit that exuded an air of high-end quality.

“Sam Hurst. Miss Lawrence, you can call me Sam.”

Sam? The image of three people on Kelvin’s desk came into Cheyenne’s mind – Kelvin in the middle, a young man wearing a sweater and white shirt on his left side with blonde hair and gentle smile; strangely enough, there was no head for the person on their right side which seemed cut off from the picture.

She had asked him about that picture before. Kelvin got annoyed by her questions and finally answered her.

The young man in the sweater was named Sam, his good friend.

As for the person whose head was cut off in the photo, no matter how much Cheyenne asked, Kelvin refused to reveal his name and even pushed her out of the study. When she returned to the study, the photo was gone, presumably hidden by him.

“Miss Lawrence? What are you thinking about?” Sam smiled lightly as he waved his hand in front of Cheyenne’s eyes.

at the corner of her mouth before flashing him a bright and sweet smile. “I’m just

mention Kelvin in a disdainful tone made Sam curious and

cheapskate who acts like everyone owes him millions,” Cheyenne said disdainfully. “He hardly talks or communicates because he has such an unsociable personality which makes being around him

well, since he’s so terrible, why did you choose him in the first place?” Cheyenne lamented with a regretful expression on her

Miss Lawrence, actually I wanted to say…” Kelvin is right behind

again,

around them seemed to drop several degrees as if they had entered winter

sneezed and felt a

he was facing an enemy with bulging veins on his forehead and a hint

sorry; the air

Sam

Why does he look so

almost tripping over himself. And then she saw what caused this icy atmosphere

the simmering anger on his well-defined, handsome face

dressed in a black suit that wrapped around his slender limbs. His figure was tall and elegant without appearing too thin. From head

his side stood Abbie, someone whom Cheyenne never wanted to see again in her life! Abbie wore an insincere smile on her fair face as if enjoying

Cheyenne feel nauseous enough that she almost

any sense of guilt for talking behind

for my words, then come after me when my injuries heal. After all, bullying a disabled

at her with aggressive eyes. His voice was mixed

“Lifesaver?”

furrowed lightly, “What kind

“You!”