She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 487: The Overconfident Woman

“Mommy…”

“Yes?”

“Don’t go… Don’t leave me, I only have you.”

His voice sounded full of pleading and grievance. Cheyenne suddenly remembered what old Mr. Foley had said before.

Despite almost being killed by his biological mother, Kelvin still hoped for her love.

Perhaps this was the paradox.

Her embrace was unusually warm, and Kelvin’s restlessness seemed to be soothed.

Breathing evenly, he fell asleep again.

It was clear that they had hugged each other before; just yesterday they were so intimate with no distance between them… but Cheyenne looked at the man lying on her lap as if she was seeing him for the first time, examining him very seriously.

Omari was the most handsome man she’d ever seen, Benson was the gentlest one, and

most handsome, the tallest or kindest, yet she fell in love with him anyway… She

lower her head to give Kelvin a light kiss on his forehead while shedding a single tear that

forgive you

His tightly

Cheyenne unknowingly

many cigarette butts he threw away onto the trash can

cigarette butt, then took deep inhales, feeling nicotine’s stimulation

thinking that it was time to go back check up on Mr.

the hallway, he ran into two men, one in black and one in white, who were equally handsome. They briefly locked eyes before Omari snorted in disdain and walked away. Chris’s lips twitched curiously as he stayed behind to watch. The

room, he immediately rolled up his sleeves and stood with hands

I know Cheyenne is in there. What did you do to her?

patients passing by were shocked at the sight of this handsome yet intimidating man making such scandalous accusations.

even thought about introducing him to my daughter

those words used to describe him which made his face turn pale with anger while his hand froze

spoke up affectedly, “Mommy… smart people are scarce. It’s okay that my husband is not smart. Besides, our family is wealthy. If I marry someone clever, I would

someone moderately intelligent,” she continued confidently. “Look how handsome this guy is;

Iker turned towards

around twenty-five or six years old with shoulder-length hair dyed various