She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 507: Offending the Future Heiress

Kelvin sneered at them for being naive. ‘Do they think I’ll just let it slide after they make an apology? Nobody can get away with it after offending me, not to mention that Danielle insulted my beloved woman.’

“I don’t accept your apology! I don’t feel Miss Parry’s sincerity. I believe it would be more in line with my style for the Parry Group to withdraw from the stock market soon!”

Kelvin glanced at the two of them, idly playing with the ring on his hand. It was a silver ring embedded with a diamond, a wedding ring worn on his left hand, symbolizing his married status. It was only at this moment that Chris noticed it.

A bow wasn’t sincere enough? Then how about kneeling?

Teagan suddenly stood up, reached out a large hand, and pressed down on Danielle’s shoulder, forcibly pushing her down while shouting, “Kneel!”

Danielle’s knees involuntarily bent, and her entire kneecaps hit the cold floor. She turned back to Teagan and defiantly shouted, “Teagan, I won’t!”

She couldn’t afford to refuse!

Teagan personally pressed down on her head, causing her fair and beautiful forehead to quickly turn purple. The pain brought tears to her eyes, and the hidden sadness and grievances in her eyes turned into tears.

At the same time, Teagan’s powerful, deliberate voice was resounding, each word powerful and forceful. “Mr. Foley, please forgive us!”

little bit satisfied, got up and left

siblings looked

the siblings an order to leave. “Both of you, please leave. Mr. Foley means that this matter ends here

was filled with mixed emotions. He was glad that Kelvin had agreed to let go, but he was also deeply saddened by the insult he received today, the first in his twenty-five years of life. ‘Kelvin, just you wait! One day, I will make you

Mr. Richards,” Teagan said before leaving with the tearful Danielle. His face was

rushed to Hopedale Hospital after receiving a call from Eddie who told her that a prominent figure from Onistead wanted to see her. Kyson Owen,

soon as she arrived at the door of her office, she

in her chair appeared to be in his seventies, with facial features somewhat similar to Jonathan’s, but

of black-framed reading glasses and a symbolically white

room were also sizing her up. They found it unbelivable that the lively and delicate girl in front of them turned out to

short ear-length haircut, a square-shaped

questioning how someone like her could lead the entire hospital. Eddie was the only one who welcomed Cheyenne. He approached her proactively, greeted her, and gave a warm

that this woman, who looked to be twenty-five or six years old, would be the next head

her hand to shake theirs

it in her pocket, giving off an

nape, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. She had no

know you. You’re the granddaughter of Old Mr.

Needles of the Edwards family is as good as ‘Diagnose with a Thread’ of