She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 216: I Am Your Future Wife

Emelia was so scared that she stood frozen in place for a long time without coming back to her senses. The old man she had just insulted was actually so powerful.

She had just said that he didn’t deserve it…

“It’s my fault for not disciplining my granddaughter properly, Mr. Owen, don’t be angry. Kelvin, this is your Mr. Jonathan Owen. He’s also your lifesaver. When your mother gave birth to you and had difficulty delivering, it was Mr. Owen who saved you.”

Old Mr. Foley smiled and pushed Kelvin in front of Jonathan.

“Hello, Mr. Owen.”

Kelvin greeted him indifferently, which made Jonathan even more annoyed as he looked up and down at Kelvin.

Finally, he sneered.

“If I knew you were the man my junior would marry, I wouldn’t have saved you no matter what back then. Go stand aside.”

Jonathan’s attitude clearly meant that he didn’t want to communicate with Kelvin much.

‘Who is his junior? When did I ever offend Mr. Owen?’ Kelvin felt puzzled.

Old Mr. Foley blushed and coughed, “You’re obviously jealous.”

“Of course, my junior is the most outstanding woman in the world. She married into your Foley family but suffered so much injustice. If it weren’t for you taking a bullet for me years ago, I wouldn’t even want stepping into your mansion!”

At this point, everyone could guess who Jonathan referred to. His junior was Cheyenne.

Vincent and Emelia looked at each other with surprise and disbelief written all over their eyes while Kelvin remained calm on his face but his heart had already been stirred up by huge surprise. There was a hint of joy and sadness flowing through his deep-set eyes.

No wonder Jonathan repeatedly refused to offer Abbie medical treatment. It turned out he had been venting out for Cheyenne’s sake.

wanted Jonathan to make

how is

he felt angry. He didn’t even want to

die, but this disease has troubled him for decades. It’s too difficult to cure it. We can only relieve its symptoms. Old Mr. Edwards said five years ago that your grandfather didn’t have much time left and

Five years ago…

the day he

school uniform with a short skirt that barely covered her knees. Her hands were in her pockets, feet propped up on slippers against the door frame, with cheeks puffed out as she

disgusted by her unkempt appearance but couldn’t deny that she was

breeze blew past her, it lifted up her bangs and skirt to reveal an exquisite forehead followed by those indifferent yet lazy eyes, bright

short skirt revealed long fair legs with white frilly panties peeking out from

Kelvin? Old

and walked into his room holding onto his

in front of him again standing on tiptoes with pretty eyebrows raised smiling sweetly at him revealing dimples like summer ice cream melting

she opened it up, admiringly exclaiming, “Not bad! Graduating from Woudbridge University’s best program for postgraduates is no small feat! No wonder you are my

when she said, “my dream man.” He, who often used indifference to mask

“Shameless!”

upward and smiling at him with an

was left unbuttoned, revealing a white camisole underneath. He didn’t need to lower his gaze to see the delicate straps on her fair shoulders, which were on the verge

a coquettish glance at him, her voice as soft as a songbird.

“Who are you?”

“Your future wife!”

interested in an

and licked her rosy

like a seduction scene to those who

chest, bit her lip, and raised her

two years, wait for me. By then I won’t be an undergrown girl

been pursued

didn’t know how many women wanted to hook