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…”

Foley’s life or death, and it wouldn’t have offended the

Foley, let me give it a try. I studied under Madeleine and received the true transmission from my grandfather.

in the medical field like him. The reason they had agreed to let Adrian, the divine healer, treat his father was precisely because of the Edwards family’s Thirteen Needles. If Cheyenne could perform them…

implied disbelief in Cheyenne’s knowledge of

of needles she had brought with her, revealing rows of silver needles of varying sizes

asked softly, “Granduncle, do you know what the thirteenth

half, while the lower half had eluded him. Could it be that Cheyenne had learned the thirteenth level already? No, it couldn’t be! How was that possible? In the past century, no one had been able to master the thirteenth level,

confidently, holding a silver needle in her hand. Her lips, painted a vivid red, curled into a

fingers, Cheyenne grasped three silver needles, poised and ready. She used her right foot as the pivot, taking a step to the side with her left foot, her body gracefully turning in a full circle.

released

widened, his pupils dilating in

creating a subtle

last needle landed

no one had noticed how she managed to release three silver needles

bedside. She reached out with an expressionless face and removed the silver needles.

He was conscious!