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.

encounter at the lingerie store with Abbie,

heart sank. She had been

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

followed: “the Vintage Club, Room 201, dare

aside, grabbed her black overcoat from the wardrobe, and left the room. She was determined

practicing floral arrangements herself. The table was cluttered with trimmed flower leaves

the stairs. She raised an

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

a large portion of the rose stem with too many leaves. The thorns on it

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

her mother know about Teagan’s affairs. Her mother

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

it would be difficult for Jane’s mother to

left behind, becoming a successful man in high society. He

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

behavior,

long as a man remembered to come

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

to blacklist the young model she’d encountered while 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

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

stormed into the Vintage Club’s second floor with a powerful aura. Her

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