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.

Jonathan to make an exception

is my grandfather

heard Kelvin’s voice, he felt angry. He didn’t even want

symptoms. Old Mr. Edwards said five years ago that your grandfather didn’t have much time left and he needed proper care. Seems your grandfather has been suffering from insomnia and worrying too much

Five years ago…

days, the

girl. She had curly hair dyed yellow and wore a baggy 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 sucked on a

was both surprised and disgusted by her unkempt

her bangs and skirt to reveal an exquisite forehead followed by those indifferent yet lazy eyes, bright like stars. The indifference seemed to suggest nothing mattered while

white frilly panties peeking out from underneath. ‘Beautiful legs.’ Kelvin

Kelvin? Old Mr.

walked into his room holding onto his

tiptoes with pretty eyebrows raised smiling sweetly

within seconds into hers as she opened it up, admiringly exclaiming, “Not bad! Graduating from Woudbridge University’s

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

“Shameless!”

tilting her face upward and smiling at him with an enchanting charm, much

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

delicate yet alluring, and she cast a coquettish glance at

“Who are you?”

“Your future wife!”

interested in

spat out the lollipop, and licked her rosy

like a seduction scene to those

her lip, and raised her head again with a determined yet

By then I won’t be an undergrown girl anymore. We can get married and

pursued by

how many women wanted to hook up with him.