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.

a classical touch. A long linen shirt paired with wide black trousers. A gust of wind lifted a corner of his shirt, revealing a glimpse of his

heads in pity. It was a

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

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

to pamper Cheyenne, who had been working tirelessly without rest, so Benson specially made the

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

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

had just finished 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

mistakenly thought it was someone passing by and didn’t pay much attention. It wasn’t until Mr. Owen

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

back in the chair. She relaxed her body, trying to ease

responded softly, “Don’t defame my reputation

Kyson placed a thermos

and chuckled quietly, “Mr. Owen, I can’t believe it. You still have such childish moments. Did you steal this thermos from one of

slight twitch at the corner of Mr. Owen’s lips; he only had

Since it’s not yours, I’ll just drink

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

had just said, Cheyenne felt a stinging sensation on

was lost

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

help your good granddaughter Miss Owen find a