She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 322: Smoke a Cigarette and Watch a Show

She initially considered turning off the video but then changed her mind, becoming increasingly interested in what she was watching. Unfortunately, the surveillance footage only had video, no audio, so Cheyenne couldn’t gauge how seductive Nora’s voice might be at this moment.

After watching for a few minutes, Cheyenne grew bored. Teagan was quite inventive, but he was clearly lacking stamina. He had taken a break after just over ten minutes. According to his profile, he kept multiple extramarital relationships while dating Jane, which likely explained his fatigue from “working day and night.”

Cheyenne pulled out a small silver USB drive and plugged it into the computer’s port, copying this video segment for herself. The copying process would take a little time.

She was feeling a bit tired.

Her slender hand reached into her coat pocket, retrieved a cigarette, and held it between two elegant fingers. She lit it using a vintage perfume bottle-shaped lighter, igniting a blue flame that looked especially eerie in the dim surveillance room. The reflection danced in her bright, enigmatic eyes, seemingly bottomless.

The scene shifted to the Berry Villa.

Jane had worked late until 8 PM, and after having dinner, she meticulously pampered herself with skincare and makeup. She put on a silky and sexy low-cut nightgown and had just lain down on the big bed, thinking of calling Teagan.

As she took out her phone, a multimedia message notification popped up.

It was a picture.

In the picture, a man was passionately embracing a young woman, and their embrace seemed intimate.

Even from the side view, she could recognize him – the man in the picture was none other than her fiance, Teagan.

lingerie store with Abbie, where Teagan

heart sank. She had been

sat up in bed, her gaze fixed on the picture on her

Vintage

the covers aside, grabbed her black overcoat from the wardrobe, and left

the living room downstairs, Mrs. Berry was watching a flower arrangement tutorial on TV while practicing floral arrangements herself. The table was cluttered with trimmed flower leaves and some

Berry’s peripheral vision caught a hurried figure rushing down the stairs. She raised an eyebrow in slight surprise and inquired,

anger, responded coldly, “There’s a work issue at the company, and I need to go

used her scissors to snip off a large portion of the rose stem with too many leaves. The thorns on it

to have something going on – either late hours or some urgent matter. Go on then, but come back soon. I’ll have the maid warm up some milk

Jane replied. She hadn’t told her mother the truth; she didn’t want to let her mother know about Teagan’s affairs. Her mother was never very understanding about such things and would likely say something like “Few men are faithful;

was young, he had gone through a reckless phase of promiscuity, and it had happened when Mrs. Berry had just given

also announced that it would be difficult

high society. He was young, wealthy, and prosperous, but like

was unaware of Cody’s twisted inclinations and tastes in women, but at least he had not fathered

gradually reined in his behavior, and he

as long as a man remembered to come

household, was the only daughter, and had developed a demanding and unyielding personality. She was competitive and intolerant of

damaged. Teagan was well aware of Jane’s actions, but he had no intention of confronting her about it. This man had his own

Teagan wouldn’t get angry with her for interfering with his

the Vintage Club’s second floor with

intimacy for Teagan and a young woman. Teagan lay beside the woman, his body drenched in sweat, and his glistening chest muscles reflected in the dim light. A dainty, rosy hand began