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 of his

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

blankly ahead, yet everyone

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 this soup, and last time, Cheyenne drank two big bowls all

working tirelessly without rest, so Benson specially made

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 –

footsteps paused, his handsome face showing 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 to

finished seeing a patient. Since winning over Mr. Owen in the previous competition, her reputation had soared. People were starting to

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

lady, you seem to have gotten yourself into quite a bit of trouble with suitors. Does your grandfather know

in the chair. She relaxed her

her delicate eyebrows and responded softly, “Don’t defame my reputation with baseless remarks. I’m

a thermos on her

She glanced at the cup and chuckled quietly, “Mr. Owen, I can’t believe it. You still have such childish moments. Did you steal

twitch at the corner of Mr. Owen’s lips; he only had Leah as a granddaughter and she was

Since it’s not yours,

god! This seemed to be Benson’s Yes, she remembered. She bought this cute animal-shaped therme’s for ten bucks from a

to what she had just said, Cheyenne felt a

she was

contemplation, Kyson had opened

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soup. He nodded appreciatively, “Impressive. You can tell it’s carefully made. I don’t know who your suitor is, but

to help your good granddaughter Miss Owen