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.”

then explained with further emphasis, “That acupoint is located on the forehead and is an extremely vital pressure point. It’s not often touched in ordinary treatments.

send a message to

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

appeared angry but Vincent seemed oddly calm and detached, which struck Kelvin as strange. Vincent’s demeanor seemed as if he were unconcerned and unrelated to the

doctor, Adrian, had arrived, old Mr. Foley’s condition had initially improved. He could sit up and have coherent conversations. However, after a couple of days, his condition deteriorated significantly. Now he was barely conscious

patient got proper rest. However, even after several days, there was no sign

am about to release congestion in old Mr. Foley, and he

disrupted the proceedings

up the stairs and grabbed Cheyenne’s arm, pushing

trying to harm

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

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

bringing a hint of relief to the scorching

and his striking features with raised eyebrows, a strong nose, and thin,

soft voice, he asked, “Are you

“Yeah.”

still and quickly moved

Kelvin’s brow furrowed slightly, and he focused on his

her waist, the warmth and silkiness in his palm made him

had walked up to Emelia, her apathetic almond-shaped eyes calm