She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 386: Slip

Kelvin didn’t say anything but asked the old man to arrange a room for them to change their clothes.

The old man, who seemed to have forgotten about their small stall, led them to the second floor made of red bricks. It was a single room.

Inside the room, there was only a bed and a small wooden table. There wasn’t even an extra chair. Eating, drinking, and sleeping all happened in this room. In the corner, there were scattered cardboard and bottles that he had collected.

The bed was covered in scattered clothes and messy socks. It was summer, and the flies were buzzing around the socks.

Cheyenne felt like she was about to throw up.

Kelvin wasn’t doing much better. He took a brief look and felt a heavy pressure in his head, with veins popping on his forehead.

The old man seemed oblivious to any issues and hunched down, rummaging under the bed and pulling out a blue checkered plastic woven bag.

The old man unzipped it and pulled out a slightly yellowed white shirt and army green pants, tossing them to Kelvin.

“Master Kelvin, if you don’t mind, this is what I used to wear when I was in the army forty years ago. Don’t be fooled by its worn-out appearance. Back then, I was the most handsome guy on the street!” Cheyenne couldn’t believe he was this… um, narcissistic!

With his unkempt appearance and shaggy beard, even if he were forty years younger, he couldn’t come close to being called handsome.

But in the next moment, she received a slap in the face.

There was a photo frame hanging on the wall. In the yellowed photo were three young men in their prime, looking to be in their early twenties.

cameras or photo editing,

chuckled, stroking his wrinkled face in a very self-obsessed

you must be Miss

and he glanced at the old man with a sharp gaze. “She’s not Abbie

sentence, Cheyenne interrupted, “You must have vision problems. I can’t be bothered to argue with you. That Abbie is nowhere near one-thousandth as beautiful as me!” Upon hearing this, the old man was momentarily stunned, but then he burst

and continued in an annoyed tone, “Stop laughing. Give me the clothes, and you can

his lips in displeasure. “You’re not cute at all, young

this one piece. I like to take it out and look at it

seemingly self-obsessed old man to be so sentimental. She realized that she had been a bit

it wasn’t entirely her fault. After all, he mistook her for that little

hands and muttered under her breath, “Who cares about your

be too outdated. After all, she couldn’t agree with the

with butterflies and magnolia flowers, and the pastel pink color was fresh and vibrant. The design had a cinched waist, delicate frog buttons at the collar, and a hem in light yellow lace, adding a touch of cute playfulness to the mature charm. The length

looked at each other. Kelvin remained standing in

a single room, and there wasn’t

Her gaze turned cold as she said, “Mr. Foley,

did she call him “Mr. Foley” again? A hint of helplessness flashed in

have no strength left in my body now, and my feet can’t

What the hell!

clenched her hand tightly around the clothes. Fortunately, the silk fabric didn’t wrinkle easily. She forced a smile and lifted her head. “Then I’ll go outside. Mr. Foley, you

wrist. With a gentle gaze, he whispered, “There are other residents outside. What if

noticed that it seemed

as she was in a dilemma, she suddenly heard Kelvin speak up, “You change first,

about trusting him