She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 551: Killers

Hospital.

As Cheyenne walked past Eddie's office in her white sneakers, she suddenly heard voices coming from inside.

It was obviously a woman's voice. She immediately stopped, her face full of curiosity, and took a few steps closer with lighter steps.

Pressing her ears against the door, she strained to listen to the conversation.

"Mr. Zamora, this is the special wolfberry chicken soup I made. It's very nourishing and tastes good. Please try it."

As Cheyenne puzzled over who the woman speaking was, she licked her lips and her stomach let out a faint "growl."

She was hungry.

She had rushed out in the morning and hadn't had breakfast.

Eddie didn't seem to appreciate her overture, and his tone was casual as he politely declined her offer, "Thank you, Miss Owen, but I'm not hungry right now."

"Even if you're not hungry, you can still have a sip. This is my exclusive recipe and it's very nourishing. It's good for your health."

"I'm still young and don't really need it. Miss Owen, I have work to do, and there are many patients waiting for me."

"Just have a sip, please."

Tsk tsk tsk, listen to that tone... Is she acting coquettish?

It's really surprising. Miss Owen, who usually behaves arrogantly and looks down on everyone, is actually trying to please Eddie.

Cheyenne's first thought was astonishment, followed by a sense of disappointment.

Deciding not to disturb the two in their private space, Cheyenne lifted her foot, about to leave.

Suddenly, someone inside the ward pulled the door open.

She collided with Leah.

Cheyenne's scrutiny. Then she raised her head, glared at Cheyenne, and snapped

she picked up the chicken soup and, in her stiletto heels, stormed out in

pointed at her own nose and murmured

eyes grow

admit she was short and a bit plump,

to boast, but could anyone in the entire Akloit find

also surprised to see Cheyenne at his office door, his fair and delicate face

behind his desk and hurried to stand in front of Cheyenne, fervently explaining the

you think. Miss Zamora and

was saying; she angrily furrowed her brows, her burning gaze filled

you hear that? She actually called me ugly. It's ridiculous. Maybe her family is so poor she can't afford a mirror to look at herself? It makes me

who he was with, but the fact that

but couldn't find him, she walked down the hallway proudly, encountering several medical interns along the way. They were all college students in their early twenties, who had seen Cheyenne on the Akloit College forum, deeply impressed

the young men

beautiful, not

looks elegant and artistic, even if it's stained with

her hands in the pockets

her

in front of the young men, her cool and sweet voice echoed in their ears like

you guys

They were dumbfounded.

Cheyenne up close like this, they were too scared to even utter a word, trembling with

her round, enchanting eyes. With a hint of a smile, she resembled a

"2... 23."

"Oh, I'm 21."

shocked and didn't react for a while. It was then followed by a sense of shame that pierced their

already a director... while they, at 23, were

the courage to ask

I'm a

student. In school,

the