She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 211: Grandfather Drugged Her

Kelvin had never felt so agitated before. His kind and gentle “sister” had hidden a malicious and deceitful side, and thinking back to her tears and words in the past made him shiver with fear.

“Kelvin, it’s already 11 PM and Cheyenne hasn’t come back yet. I saw her go to the bar with a man earlier, laughing and talking. Could she have been deceived?”

“Cheyenne’s backpack is really light, let me carry it instead. You work hard, Kelvin, you shouldn’t have to carry her bag.”

“It hurts… I don’t know why Cheyenne took my medicine. Maybe she was curious and thought they were calcium pills.”

“Kelvin, do you like her? I think I saw Cheyenne receive another man’s love letter. Don’t be sad, okay? I’ll feel sorry for you.”

“This pen was handmade by me as a birthday gift for you, Kelvin. By the way, on my way here, I saw Cheyenne too, why hasn’t she arrived yet?”

Subconsciously, Kelvin pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, holding it between his two slender fingers and lighting it with a vintage and beautiful lighter.

“Click.”

The blue flame ignited, flickering flames that illuminated his handsome but resolute face while casting an eerie blue hue over his eyes.

His consciousness drifted away as he recalled his honeymoon period with Cheyenne.

He left her home and went to Enofone with Abbie for Abbie’s medical treatment; when he returned home after one month, he even forgot that he was already married until he discovered someone else in his room upon returning for clothes.

As soon as he opened the door, the room was dark except for a red dot floating amidst shadows like an eye watching him intently.

“Who?”

a pair of soft hands wrapped around his waist; the scent of perfume mixed with alcohol enveloped

arms crying, “Why did you come back? You shouldn’t have come back

while bitter smoke still seeped into their lips; it tasted

crazy, rolling

need you to explain, as long as you come back. That’s

beer bottles and cigarette butts in his room. For the first

threw her out of the door, snatched the cigarette from her mouth and threw it on

cold like a demon crawling out

her into

Foley said Mrs. Foley can stay…” Before she could finish speaking, Cheyenne got up from the ground with her crimson face rubbing against his arm, “We are

a look in the mirror yourself! A woman like you is not worthy of being my wife! Be smart enough to be just eye candy for three years, then we’ll divorce!” He still remembered Cheyenne’s reaction at that moment; she leaned against one of the servants, appeared drunk but those bright

three years; I

won’t fall in love with you even

him under pretext that what was said when drunk doesn’t

and she always liked to smoke it before kissing him. Initially, Kelvin was resistant, but gradually, he grew to love the smell of the smoke. He also smoked, but only when he was passionate or feeling agitated. The billowing blue smoke obscured the man’s face, making his tall figure appear blurry in the

out from Cheyenne’s room when she saw the figure

walked past her, carrying two bowls of soup. She surreptitiously set the soup aside and took out

pill into

guilty conscience, carried the bowls with

the figure in the hallway had disappeared at some

still burning, pressed against the lid of a trash can. A faint wisp of smoke lingered in the

maid planning to drug

the maid to bring in some soup with a smile

the