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.

her eyes, evading Cheyenne's scrutiny. Then she raised her head, glared at Cheyenne, and snapped angrily, "What are

up the chicken soup and,

nose and murmured in surprise, "She actually called me

her eyes grow to her belly

a bit plump, but she would

boast, but could anyone in the entire

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

quickly stood up from behind his desk and hurried to stand in

think. Miss Zamora and

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

a mirror to look at herself?

wasn't who he was with, but the fact that Miss

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

person, the

not

she looks elegant and artistic, even

her hands in

smile on her face, sh

of the young men, her cool and sweet voice echoed in

guys complimenting

They were dumbfounded.

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

eyes. With a hint of a smile, she resembled a goddess

"2... 23."

"Oh, I'm 21."

and didn't react for a while. It was then

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

of the interns gathered the

I'm a

In school,

from the lab