She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 212: Is He Really My Biological Grandson?

This medicine was personally given by old Mr. Foley. He knew how potent it was. It was no longer safe to stay here.

With a face filled with joy and anticipation, he dismissed the housekeeper and the servants. As he turned, he noticed Emelia standing there dumbfounded. Old Mr. Foley approached her and gave her a pat on the head.

“What are you still standing here for? Go.”

“Grandfather, you…”

Why would he drug Cheyenne’s soup?

This question remained unspoken. Emelia struggled to find the words, but she couldn’t resist her grandfather’s sharp gaze, so she turned and left.

In the room, Cheyenne sat barefoot at the edge of the bed. She gave a cold, distant glance to the tall figure still standing in the room. She chuckled lightly, “Mr. Foley, you can leave too. I’m tired and need to rest.”

With that, she got up and walked towards the bathroom. As she opened the closet, she noticed that her clothes were still there, all the ones she had worn before, not Abbie’s. This realization brought some relie to Cheyenne; she wasn’t used to wearing clothes that others had worn.

After issuing a clear dismissal, she seemed to ignore Kelvin and walked into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water echoed through the room.

The hazy glass door reflected the woman’s blurred figure, and it could be vaguely seen that she was slowly undoing the buttons of her shirt at her waist. Just this glimpse made Kelvin’s body seem to catch fire.

The air was filled with a palpable heat, and it seemed as if some kind of exciting hormone had been added to his bloodstream, causing it to flow even faster. He must have been suppressed sensual passion for too long, which was why even a single glance at her could elicit such a response.

In hindsight, he hadn’t been with anyone since the divorce.

that he also needed to freshen up, but as

He couldn’t open it!

locked the door from

two servants using wooden planks and a hammer to seal the

glass window, making a loud banging sound, but it was

his graying beard, and said impatiently, “It’s all because you’re so useless! If you’d

What did he mean?

can’t do

if she came out of the bathroom and saw him still

even a bit useful, I wouldn’t have to resort to this. Kelvin, if you have any ability, prove yourself, or else don’t blame me for kicking you out.” After saying that, old Mr. Foley even tested the sturdiness of the window with

have left. Have the servants tidy up quickly. Oh, and lock up the second floor tonight. No one is allowed up there.” “Where will you be

the villa. I’ll be back in three days. Do you think that boy can hold out for three days? I’m a little worried. Maybe we should administer a

Joe was speechless.

couldn’t open it. He began to feel a little frustrated and had to take off his coat and

knocking sound outside. She accidentally dropped the showerhead in her hand to

she quickly wiped herself dry with a towel and put on a random nightgown before stepping out of

door and his eyes dimmed at the beautiful sight

dripped down from her hair onto her chest, and onto the slender

the skirt length reached just above the thigh. A pair of slender

steamed by water vapor was flushed with a bright red color. The rosy lips were so vivid that they didn’t need any lipstick, and they looked charming

than anyone else how charming she was, or he wouldn’t have lose his

widened her eyes and stared at the man sitting on the chair, quickly covering her chest with her hand. She asked angrily, “Is there anything else you want, Mr. Foley? If not, then

the top three buttons of his shirt, pulling