She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 373: Anger

He leaned close to her ear and warned, “This is not a place you should be. You walk from here to the right side of the hall and there’s a staircase. Tell the guards my name and leave quickly!”

Cheyenne was shocked, but luckily her mask concealed her expression. However, her widened eyes and slightly parted red lips still revealed her reaction to Kelvin.

His lips curled lightly. “Why are you so surprised?”

She thought she was already clever enough, finding Soar Casino and TWILIGHT in the Dark League, but it seemed like Kelvin, that bastard, was always one step ahead of her. The same thing happened at Soar Casino, where that old man even let him in through the VIP channel! Damn it, just thinking about it made her frustrated.

Cheyenne made no movement. She wasn’t here to play; she hadn’t investigated the situation thoroughly yet, so she couldn’t leave. Besides, why should she mention his name? They were divorced, and she had nothing to do with him anymore. She didn’t have to endure his male chauvinism.

Just because he became a boss, he thought he could give orders wherever he went? She wouldn’t comply.

Sitting with her legs crossed and arms folded, she continued to sit there. The person on stage had been replaced by a new prisoner, accused of the sin of lust. As for the punishment, Cheyenne had lost interes in watching.

Seeing her uncooperative attitude, Kelvin’s gaze dimmed, and he subtly furrowed his brows. He couldn’t help but think about how she almost exposed herself when she suddenly stood up earlier. He helplessly said, “If you want to stay, that’s fine, but don’t make any reckless moves, so you don’t hinder me later.”

After he finished speaking, he remained seated next to her, showing no intention of leaving.

However, Cheyenne coldly hummed, “I should be reminding you not to hinder me! And we’re not close, so stay away from me!”

Why did he have to come over here and squeeze into this seat when there were so many empty ones nearby?

Not close? Kelvin’s face immediately darkened, as he silently thought, ‘We just kissed each other, and now you claim that we’re not close?’ She was truly heartless.

In the Lawrence Villa, Iker was still sitting on the couch in his black checkered pajamas.

for a while, but he hadn’t read

his sore neck and glance at the clock on the wall. The hour hand was still at “7,” while the minute hand had only moved

felt that time was passing so slowly when Cheyenne wasn’t

ask Tanner next to him,

his other hand held a pair of scissors as he helped old Mr. Edwards organize the

all like

left at 6:40, so it’s been exactly an hour now. But if TWILIGHT starts at 7, then Miss Lawrence should

and she still hasn’t

and his handsome

been to a bar before, Master Iker, so you wouldn’t know. Normally, people stay at a

All night!

a bar. If he wanted to drink,

nothing

to help his blackened face, Iker asked deeply, “All night? What are they doing

else can they do? Engage in some sexual intercourse when drunk, right?” As soon as the last word fell, a look of disbelief flashed in Iker’s eyes as he thoughtfully looked at Tanner. “Have

and, blushing slightly, continued to work on the herbs. Shyly, he answered softly, “I’ve thought about it, but I

“Coward!”

he thought about how seductive and beautiful Cheyenne looked when she left,

even more for not having

a knock on the door

glanced at each other, and Tanner stood up

there was a figure in

why

off the sweat beads from his forehead. His white coat had stains of various colors – red, green, purple

floor room as he anxiously asked, “Is Cheyenne here? I

close but cordial. He knew

to see Miss Lawrence? She went out, and