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.

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

to shake their heads in pity. It was a shame that such a handsome

reminiscent of stars, stared blankly ahead, yet everyone could

chicken mushroom soup seemed to waft through the air. He had spent a long time learning how to make this

rest, so Benson specially made

on his face, Benson had just arrived at the entrance of Cheyenne’s office when the ringtone from his pocket suddenly sounded. It was a sad and lingering piano melody –

ultimately gave up on knocking on the door, placed the chicken soup outside Cheyenne’s office,

previous competition, her reputation had soared. People were starting to come to her for medical treatment. Though the number was still small, it was a good start. It meant that her skills were being recognized by

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

you seem to have gotten yourself into quite a bit of

and leaned back in the chair. She relaxed her body,

softly, “Don’t defame my reputation

a thermos on

You still have such childish

corner of Mr. Owen’s lips; he only had

office. Since it’s not

she remembered. She bought this cute animal-shaped therme’s for ten bucks from a street vendor and gave it to Benson as a gift, hoping he would drink more water

just said, Cheyenne

was

contemplation, Kyson had opened

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aroma of the chicken soup. He nodded appreciatively, “Impressive. You can tell it’s carefully made. I don’t know who your suitor is, but I’ll accept him

should use this time to help your good granddaughter Miss Owen find