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.

felt that he also needed to freshen up, but as he reached for

He couldn’t open it!

had locked the

saw his grandfather with two servants using wooden planks and a hammer

making a loud banging sound, but it

you’re so useless! If you’d made Cheyenne

What did he mean?

you can’t

imagine how furious Cheyenne would be if she came out of the bathroom and saw him

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 his hand, patted it to his satisfaction, and left the second

gave instructions to the housekeeper, “Most of the guests downstairs 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 staying, old

in three days. Do you think that boy can hold out for three days? I’m a little worried. Maybe

Joe was speechless.

it. He began to feel a little frustrated and had to take off

accidentally dropped the showerhead in her hand to the ground, and warm water flowed over her fair and delicate body. She almost

herself dry with a towel and put on a random nightgown before

door and his eyes dimmed at the

chest, and onto the slender red strap on her fair

strap hung loosely on the arm, and the skirt length reached just above

bath, her face steamed by water vapor was flushed with a bright red color. The rosy lips were so vivid that they

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

her chest with her hand. She asked angrily, “Is there anything else you want, Mr. Foley? If not,

top three buttons of his shirt, pulling down his