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?”

his waist; the scent of perfume mixed

collapsed into his arms crying, “Why did you come back? You shouldn’t have come back so as to make me give up

smoke still seeped into their lips; it tasted chokingly spicy

rolling herself up inside

and laughed at the same time, saying, “I don’t need you to explain, as long as you come back. That’s all that matters. As long as

cigarette butts in his

her mouth and threw it

cold like a demon crawling out of hell, scaring the

her into

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

Cheyenne, take 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

with grievances and despair, she stubbornly said, “Give me three years; I will make you fall

even within three hundred years.

next day, she continued to pester him under pretext that what was said when drunk doesn’t

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

Cheyenne’s room when she saw the figure in the hallway. Startled, she quickly retreated around the

bowls of soup. She surreptitiously set the soup aside and took out a small white vial from her pocket, extracting a pill from

pill into the

carried the bowls with

and realized that the figure in the hallway had disappeared at

pressed against the lid of a

planning to

the maid to

the one drugging Cheyenne!