She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 327: Granduncle

The sudden turn of events shocked everyone in the room.

Vincent stared at the silver needle embedded in the bedpost, his expression dark and uncertain, his gaze growing deeper.

Adrian, on the other hand, glanced at the bloodstain on his own face, turned around, and, with a smile, raised both his hands to remove his large black hat. He revealed a familiar face.

The menacing look in his eyes from earlier had been diluted somewhat by this smile, and he now looked like an ordinary elderly man you’d meet in a park or on the street, radiating warmth.

“Cheyenne, my dear niece, you’ve kept me in the dark quite,” he said with a kind smile. “That needle you just threw, it takes at least ten years to master that level of precision.”

Adrian couldn’t help but wonder about something else, too. Who had really treated Master Iker for his leg condition? Was his brother or grandniece? Until recently, he had never doubted that it was Cheyenne. But after she precisely knocked away his needle and even attempted to graze his hat, the doubt surfaced.

So, he chose to remove his hat, revealing his face, and waited to see how this audacious girl would explain herself.

Cheyenne was taken aback for a moment, cursing Kelvin in her heart for not informing her about her granduncle’s involvement with the Foley family.

Her response needed to be quick.

She forced an apologetic smile and spoke in a sweet and exaggerated tone, “Granduncle? Oh dear, I’m truly sorry. I didn’t know it was you. When I first saw you, I thought you were one of those quack doctors who pretend to know everything.”

an extremely vital pressure point. It’s not often touched in ordinary treatments. If someone

explanation was meant to send a message to

quickly understood her signal, and he turned his intense gaze toward

angry but Vincent seemed oddly calm and detached, which struck Kelvin as strange. Vincent’s demeanor

could sit up and have coherent conversations.

the side effects of the medicine causing brief episodes of unconsciousness, which he assured were manageable as long as the patient got proper rest. However, even after several days, there was

own mustache and responded disapprovingly, “My dear grandniece, you might not be aware that I am about to release congestion in old Mr. Foley, and he will wake

sudden appearance disrupted the proceedings and left

up the stairs and grabbed Cheyenne’s arm, pushing

to harm Grandpa? Get out of the

more than half a head. With a gentle push, Cheyenne staggered back a few steps, almost

strong arm wrapped around her waist, and her back met a warm, solid

cool fragrance enveloped her, bringing a hint of relief to

up, and his striking features with raised eyebrows, a strong nose, and thin, well-shaped

he asked,

“Yeah.”

and quickly moved

space between them emptied, Kelvin’s brow furrowed slightly, and he

waist, the warmth and silkiness in his palm made him involuntarily squeeze his hand, as if

head, Cheyenne had walked up to Emelia, her apathetic almond-shaped