She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 221: All He Had Was Money

Her delicate hand reached into the pocket of her clothes and she suddenly felt embarrassed. She had changed into these clothes at the Foley Mansion and had forgotten that there was no money in them. Despite boasting about having five million to spend, she couldn’t find any money now, and the people around her looked at Cheyenne with mocking eyes.

Seeing this, Sam felt nervous for Cheyenne. Was she serious?

Suddenly, a petite figure appeared in front of Sam. Her bright starry eyes were shining like crystal under the summer sky.

“Ahem… Master Sam, could you lend me five million temporarily? I promise to pay you back as soon as I get home today.”

Cheyenne had lived for 21 years, but this was the first time she had ever borrowed money from anyone. It was quite embarrassing. Her face turned red visibly fast; even her neck blushed pinkish-white color which made her look sexy yet cute at the same time. Sam paused for a second before his smile deepened slightly on his lips.

“She must be crazy! Asking someone on the street for five million? Only an idiot would lend it to her,” an onlooker said sarcastically.

“Not necessarily,” replied another person who overheard their conversation. “I think that guy seems to like her quite a bit. He can afford a Rolls-Royce so five million is probably just pocket change.” “But isn’t that woman wearing white dress saying that young girl is her husband’s mistress? How come another sucker comes along willing to spend money on her again? Her private life is really messed up; I don’t understand it.”

“What’s there not to understand?” said yet another person who joined their conversation. “It’s obvious that this woman has found herself another rich sugar daddy.”

All these harsh words were heard by Kelvin whose eyebrows were furrowed tightly together in anger and frustration.

What husband?

What mistress?

Cheyenne misunderstand

looked at him earlier, there was

rather borrow money from Sam than talk nicely

about that car or any other car parked inside his garage – if Cheyenne wanted one,

instead of asking nicely or talking things out with him calmly, why did she have to resort to

remembered a small fragment of

Cheyenne. It was their first anniversary, and his grandpa said he should give her a

for less than a month. She took it out and almost got into an accident. He got angry and ordered the butler not to let

the car had been sitting there. When it appeared

cared about the car. All he wanted was for Cheyenne to stop fighting with him. But before Kelvin could speak, Sam

Great! It’s rare that I can help Miss Lawrence with something. To be honest, all I have left

twitched slightly as she looked at Sam with amusement. “Do you know how punchable you

pulled out his checkbook from his suit pocket. He quickly wrote two strokes on it before handing it over sincerely with both hands, “Miss Lawrence, take five million as my thanks for giving me this

as they stared at the handsome man in white suit like he was some kind of

anyone had ever offered

he has left

Cheyenne made; jealousy burning inside him when she reached out her

before pulling her into his embrace; lifting her up horizontally against him while pressing down firmly on the back of her dress so nothing would show. Cheyenne gasped at Kelvin’s sudden dominance mixed with romance; revealing pearly white

anger brewing fiercely within those sharp eagle-like

mid-air when suddenly a gust of wind blew by causing the thin check paper fluttering away into oblivion. Five million