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?”

hands wrapped around his waist; the

reeking of booze collapsed into his arms crying, “Why did you come back? You shouldn’t have come back so as to make

smoke still seeped into their lips; it tasted chokingly spicy but also addictive

bed like crazy, rolling herself up inside the

explain, as long

at the beer bottles and cigarette butts in his

her mouth and threw it on the ground.

crawling out of hell,

let her

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

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

said, “Give me three

with you even within three hundred years. You

him under pretext that

gradually, he grew to love the smell of the smoke. He also smoked, but only when he was passionate

room when she saw the figure

soup. She surreptitiously set the soup aside and

the pill

a guilty conscience, carried the

her gaze and realized that the figure

half-smoked cigarette was still burning, pressed against the lid of a trash

the maid planning to drug

maid to bring in

is actually the one