She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 525: Respect Me

Cheyenne was so full, all thanks to the affluent breakfast. She didn’t want to waste the food, so she ate it all. And the culprit behind it all was still teasing her with delight.

“Cheyenne, if you marry me and your belly becomes this big when you’re pregnant, I will take good care of you and our daughter.”

Omari loved baby girls and especially wanted a daughter who looked exactly like Cheyenne. She would be his everything, and he would do anything for her.

But all Cheyenne heard was him mocking her for being fat, and she felt embarrassed.

“Shut up! Since you’re done cleaning up, just leave. I’m going to sleep.”

She said as she slowly made her way towards the room on the second floor.

“Huh? Cheyenne, you’re so heartless. I came all the way from Onistead to find you.”

Cheyenne pretended not to hear, but before leaving, she didn’t forget to tell him, “Take out the trash on your way out, thanks.”

Omari was speechless.

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Suddenly, a refined and handsome young man appeared on the street, attracting the attention of many onlookers. He appeared to be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with soft chestnut-colored medium-length hair, half of it tied up in a bun while the other half draped over his shoulder. His fair and flawless complexion, without any blemishes or visible pores, gave him an exceptional charm.

trousers. A gust of wind lifted a corner of his shirt, revealing a glimpse

the onlookers, causing them to shake their heads in pity. It was

eyes, reminiscent of stars, stared blankly ahead, yet everyone

cane in one hand, carried an adorable yellow duck-themed lunchbox. The aroma of chicken mushroom soup seemed to waft through the air. He had spent a long time learning how to make

had been working tirelessly without rest, so Benson specially made the

when the

seriousness. He ultimately gave up on knocking

People were starting to

and didn’t pay much attention. It wasn’t until Mr. Owen came to find her, happily carrying a

gotten yourself into quite a bit

slightly swollen forehead and leaned back in the chair. She

furrowed her delicate eyebrows and responded softly, “Don’t defame my reputation with baseless remarks. I’m currently a bona fide single

a

“Mr. Owen, I can’t believe it. You still have such

Mr. Owen’s lips; he only had Leah as a granddaughter and she

outside your office. Since it’s not

to be Benson’s Yes, she remembered. She bought this cute animal-shaped therme’s for ten bucks from a street vendor and

she had just said, Cheyenne felt a

was

contemplation, Kyson had opened

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tell it’s carefully made. I don’t know who your suitor is, but I’ll accept him

time to help your good