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?”

around his

white lace lingerie reeking of booze collapsed into his arms crying, “Why did you come back? You

her kiss while bitter smoke still seeped into their

bed like crazy, rolling herself up inside

saying, “I don’t need you to explain, as long as you come back. That’s all that matters. As

at the beer bottles and cigarette butts in his

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

cold like a demon crawling out of hell,

her into

is your wife. Old Mr. Foley said Mrs. Foley can stay…” Before she could finish speaking, Cheyenne got

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 eyes were looking straight at

three years; I will make

with you even within

the very next day, she continued to pester him under

had a sweet and refreshing orange scent, 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

the figure in the

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

dropped the pill into

guilty conscience, carried the bowls with the pill towards Cheyenne’s

realized that the figure in the hallway had disappeared at

half-smoked cigarette was still burning, pressed against the lid of a trash can. A faint wisp of smoke lingered in

planning

the room where old Mr. Foley and Joe were sitting with Kelvin, who had just arrived. The atmosphere was eerie. Old Mr. Foley beckoned for the maid to bring in some soup with a smile on his face. “Isn’t chicken soup your favorite, Cheyenne? Come on, have some soup before you

is actually the one drugging Cheyenne!