She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 328: Revealing the True Identity

Why force Kelvin to apologize under these circumstances? This would only make them seem in the wrong, wouldn’t it?

Upon hearing this, the man stood still, seemingly ignoring the situation, his terrifyingly deep eyes locked onto her. His gaze was notably serious as he said, “Cheyenne, go treat Grandpa. I’ll protect you, and I dare anyone to touch you.”

The words “I’ll protect you” momentarily left Cheyenne feeling lost. His voice was deep and filled with masculinity, resonating like a bass in her ears. In the past, hearing him say something like that would have moved her to tears. However, time had taught her to grow, but it had also made her heart gradually grow cold, stiff, and numb.

In just a second, Cheyenne returned to her previous indifference and nodded. “Okay.”

She continued, “Old Mr. Foley’s headache is caused by rheumatism, and it has nothing to do with the intracranial congestion Granduncle mentioned. To wake Grandpa, it’s quite simple, just pinch his big toe.” Franklin furrowed his brow in secret; this woman was truly a nuisance. The father and son shared a knowing look and came to the same conclusion – Cheyenne must be eliminated.

Emelia boldly proclaimed, “You don’t understand. Mr. Edwards is knowledgeable and experienced. If he says something is true, it’s much more reliable than what you say. We trust Adrian, the divine healer.” Now, the belief in Cheyenne or Adrian had created a divide within the Foley family, with Corey caught in the middle. His true preference was to trust Adrian, based on age and experience. After all, Cheyenne was just a spirited young person. Plus, he couldn’t ignore the past relationship between Cheyenne and the Foley family, fearing that she might have ulterior motives.

After pondering for a while, he chose to stand by Adrian’s side, looking apologetic as he said to Cheyenne, “Cheyenne, I’m sorry for making you run this errand. I will compensate you next time. You… can go back.”

“Mr. Foley…”

nothing to do with her, and she didn’t need to make this trip. She could have been completely indifferent to old Mr. Foley’s life or death, and it wouldn’t have offended the branch of the Foley family. However, when she looked at old Mr. Foley, who was struggling for every breath on the sickbed, she felt

a try. I studied under Madeleine and received the true transmission from my grandfather. I also know Thirteen

The reason they had agreed to let Adrian, the

words implied disbelief in Cheyenne’s

needles she had brought with her, revealing rows

do you know what the

a tautness in his heart. His hand concealed beneath his loose black robe subtly clenched. When he had stolen the manual, he didn’t have a chance to look at it before it was torn into two pieces. He had the upper half, while the lower half had eluded

painted a vivid red, curled into a charming smile as

acupoint on old Mr. Foley’s chest. Then, with two elegant and slender fingers, Cheyenne grasped three silver needles, poised and ready. She used her right foot as the pivot,

needles released at

in amazement

needles pierced through, creating a subtle vibration in the

the last needle landed

she managed to release three silver needles simultaneously. Not even Kelvin, who stood closest to her, saw anything but a flash of silver that vanished

silver needles. As she

He was conscious!