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.

linen shirt paired with wide black trousers. A gust

heads in pity. It was a shame that such a

beautiful eyes, reminiscent of stars, stared blankly ahead, yet everyone could still sense the gentle aura emanating

The aroma of chicken mushroom soup seemed to waft through the air. He had spent a long time learning how to make this soup, and last time, Cheyenne drank two big

tirelessly without rest, so Benson specially made the chicken

had just arrived at the entrance of Cheyenne’s office when the ringtone

a touch of contemplation and seriousness. He ultimately gave up on knocking on the door, placed the chicken soup outside Cheyenne’s office, and turned

seeing a patient. Since winning over Mr. Owen in the 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

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

a bit of

her slightly swollen forehead and leaned back in the chair. She relaxed her body, trying to ease

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

Kyson placed a thermos

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

Mr. Owen’s lips; he only had Leah

your office. Since it’s not

Oh my god! This seemed to be Benson’s Yes, 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 to

to what she had just said, Cheyenne

was

contemplation, Kyson had opened

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You can tell it’s carefully made. I don’t know who your

time to help