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.

…

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

in pity. It was a shame that such a handsome young

blankly ahead, yet everyone could still sense the gentle

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

wanted to pamper Cheyenne, who had been working tirelessly without rest, so Benson specially made the chicken soup and brought it

when the ringtone from his pocket suddenly sounded. It was a sad

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,

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 meant

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

quite a bit of trouble with suitors. Does your grandfather

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

responded softly, “Don’t defame my reputation with baseless remarks.

a thermos on her

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

lips; he only had Leah as a granddaughter and she

this outside your office. Since it’s not yours,

animal-shaped therme’s for ten bucks from a street vendor

what she had just said, Cheyenne felt a stinging sensation on her

she was

contemplation, Kyson had opened

เวน

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

you should use this time to help your good granddaughter Miss Owen find a suitable husband