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.”

often touched in ordinary

send a message

turned his intense gaze toward the man

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

was strange that since this supposed divine 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, there was no

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

appearance disrupted the

rushed up the stairs and

too far. Are you trying to harm Grandpa? Get out of the Foley mansion

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

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

bringing a hint

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

voice, he asked, “Are

“Yeah.”

stood still and quickly moved out of his

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

warmth and silkiness in his palm

to Emelia, her apathetic almond-shaped eyes calm and