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.

their chance encounter at the lingerie store with Abbie, where Teagan

sank. She had been cheated on

promptly sat up in bed, her gaze fixed on the

“the Vintage Club,

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

living room downstairs, Mrs. Berry was watching a flower arrangement tutorial on TV while practicing floral arrangements herself.

stairs. She raised an eyebrow in

reddened and a face filled with anger, responded coldly, “There’s a work issue at the company, and I need to go back and handle

scissors to snip off a large portion of the rose stem with

something going on – either late hours or some urgent matter. Go on then, but come back

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;

a reckless phase of promiscuity, and it had happened when Mrs. Berry had just given birth to Jane, a

would be

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

women, some were as young as fifteen or sixteen, barely high school students. Mrs. Berry was unaware of Cody’s twisted inclinations and tastes in women, but at least

gradually reined in his behavior, and he eventually severed all ties with

on love was simple: as long as a man remembered to come home,

was entirely different. She had grown up in a wealthy household, was the only daughter, and had developed

shopping with Teagan the last time, ensuring that the model’s career was permanently damaged. Teagan was well aware of Jane’s actions, but he had no intention of confronting her about it. This man had his own ambitions and goals, and he prioritized his own interests. He loved power and

confident that Teagan wouldn’t get angry with her for interfering

Vintage Club’s second floor with a powerful aura. Her appearance drew the attention

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 to trace up his forearm to his shoulder. The