Chapter 324: Drink Cola

The following morning, the front pages of Akloit’s major newspapers were filled with headlines about “Teagan,” “Jane,” and “the Lawrence family heiress.”

“Failed Union of the Berry and Parry Families, the Love of the Elites Is So Fragile!”

“The Lawrence Family Heiress Becomes a Mistress, Caught in Adultery!”

“Jane Abandoned in Misfortune as Her Family’s Fortune Declines!”

“The Reasons Behind Berry and Parry Families’ Cancellation of the Marriage!”

Cheyenne glanced at these headlines, smirking, and tossed the newspaper into the trash can with a confident and dashing motion. She wore a black off-the-shoulder, tight-fitting, high-waisted T-shirt with a matching skirt made of sheer fabric that accentuated her fair, slender legs. Her wavy hair, styled in a ponytail with a simple and rustic “X”-shaped metal hairpin, cascaded down her back, as fluffy as a squirrel’s tail.

She stood nonchalantly in front of a vending machine, facing an array of drink options, and her delicate fingers hesitated in mid-air for a moment. Finally, she made her selection. A can of cola dropped down from the machine’s chute with a faint layer of dew droplets on its surface.

As Cheyenne pulled the tab, about to take a sip, the cola was abruptly snatched from her hand. She turned around, surprised, to see the owner of the hand.

The man was dressed in a well-tailored black designer suit, paired with a white shirt, standing elegantly in front of her. His thick, stylish eyebrows arched slightly, and his deep-set eyes looked calmly at the frozen cola in his hand. He spoke, uttering an unbelievable statement.

the morning isn’t good for

better than

to try to grab her cola back. But she was significantly shorter. Even if she tiptoed and raised her

around a few times, resembling a cute little bunny. She looked at him with a pair of bright eyes, her fury evident. She

handed the cola to his assistant Chris, who was standing behind him, while accepting the hot milk

“You can have this.”

Her rosy, lustrous lips curled slightly, and she said, “Mr. Foley, I’m just a commoner who

helping the CEO carry it. Cheyenne let out a light chuckle, her melodious voice ringing in both their ears. “Just take this cola as my treat, Mr. Foley. A big shot like you

Cheyenne’s fair and tender face with a threatening aura. “Cheyenne,

wasn’t like this

turned back. “Oh? Then how should I talk to you, Mr.

you Kelvin, being understanding, just like Abbie

used to be, abandoning my dignity and self-esteem, like a

filled with disdain, and the proud expression on

this was the

before he could respond, Cheyenne extended a slender hand and pushed him forcefully. She brushed past him.

phone call she made to him

all along. So

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