She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 524: The Buns

Chris raised his eyebrows and let out a heavy sigh, then dialed a number on his phone. Before long, the call connected.

He disclosed everything to the man on the other end, and Kelvin, instead of getting angry, responded with a sexy, husky laugh. “I knew she couldn’t be fooled. She’s such a smart person… Alright, come back, and have Spider protect her in secret.”

“Okay.”

Before he could even ask Mr. Foley if the expenses from today would be reimbursed, the ruthless Mr. Foley had already hung up the phone.

Beep beep beep…

Chris hadn’t had a chance to ask Mr. Foley if he could reimburse today’s expenses.

The next day, 9:30 a. m., the Lawrence Villa.

The sunlight outside the window shone through the French windows, casting specks of white light on the floor from the lace curtains adorned with white daisies.

On the light green checkered bed, a woman was fast asleep. She was wearing a white V-neck camisole nightgown, with her exposed beautiful back and arms looking strikingly fair.

Her long, flowing, chestnut hair was scattered on the bedsheets, and each strand appeared soft and delicate.

Her breathing was even and long, and she seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Cheyenne had helped Mr. Owen study the diagram yesterday afternoon, and then spent most of the night reading medical books on magic until it was almost five in the morning before she fell asleep. She’d barely slept for less than five hours when she was awakened by a series of knocks at the door.

The knocking roused her from her slumber, but she was so tired that she couldn’t even open her eyes, so she chose to roll over.

She picked up a pillow and covered her head with it, intending to continue sleeping.

She didn’t respond, but the person outside continued knocking incessantly, undeterred.

“Cheyenne… Wake up, it’s good to sleep and rise early for your health.”

He was so annoying.

lovely, let me take you

want to go

breakfast I ordered for you is here, and it’s so delicious. If you don’t

Breakfast!

fluttered her eyelids and, forcing her eyelids open with her hands, she

to eat breakfast and then

responded with a word and immediately got up,

be bothered

there was an array of breakfast items, all of which she

shirt paired with a black vest, was humming a song

singing voice might push

a sharp breath, and detected the scent of steamed buns, soy milk, fried dough sticks, scallion pancakes, and sticky rice

Omari, suddenly patting his shoulder and gravely advising, “Mr. Lara, please, I beg you, do not

soon as he

her assessment

looked at Cheyenne, saying eagerly, “Cheyenne, please listen carefully again. Am I really a bad singer? You can say I’m ugly, but it’s hard to argue that

beg you, please don’t. I’ve run out of cotton balls to plug my ears

It struck a heavy

closest to her. He reached out and picked up a steamed bun from

have a vegetable bun first. Their buns are

she heard the words “vegetable bun,” her eyebrows furrowed in

Lara, I remember you always only eat

had to show off

sleeves, proudly demonstrating how he turned the situation around

have to praise my unmatched wit here. I truly feel that it’s a waste for me not to be the President! Being a mere lawyer

expression, he picked up the metal fork from the plate, turned his head left and right, using it as a

of the small talk, let’s get

lawyers as

lightly kicked him. No

heart. Cheyenne’s stern and fierce