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.

up! The weather outside is lovely, let me take you out for a walk, maybe

want to

you is here, and it’s

Breakfast!

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

a dazed state, but decided to

with a word and immediately

some water on her face, couldn’t be bothered with moisturizer, and threw on a thin summer scarf before

an array of

was humming a song while earnestly setting

“beautiful” singing voice might push

a sharp breath, and detected the scent of steamed buns, soy milk, fried dough sticks, scallion pancakes, and sticky rice cakes lingering in the air… She

walked up behind Omari, suddenly patting his shoulder and gravely advising, “Mr. Lara, please, I beg you, do not go sing this song

the plate with a crisp sound, and as soon as he caught sight of Cheyenne, a smile couldn’t

hearing her

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

out of cotton balls to

struck a heavy

Omari fell silent and took a seat closest to her. He reached out and picked up a steamed bun from the

have a vegetable bun first. Their buns

heard

always only eat meat buns. Why

Omari had to show off his genius

sleeves, proudly demonstrating how

it’s a waste for me not to be the President! Being a mere lawyer is wasting

from the plate, turned

the small talk, let’s get to the

but wonder: Are all lawyers as talkative and long-winded as

lightly kicked him. No

Cheyenne’s stern