She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 610: I'm Sorry, Cheyenne, I Lied to You

Master Glenn gently sighed, continuing his previous actions. His deep voice whispered seductively in her ear, "Since you don't know, why not leave it all to me?"

Outside, the sound of music, conversations, and high heels tapping on the floor intertwined and grew restless, making one's heart race.

Separated by a floor and a door, the muffled voices in the room tickled like a small kitten.

"Master Glenn, be gentle."

"Is this gentle enough?"

"Ah! Mmm..."

"You're so delicate."

The man, who had appeared weak just moments ago, finally revealed his true colors. However... Kate was too late to refuse.

At this moment, she was already a prey in his mouth.

Onistead, TOP Business Hotel.

A woman stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, wearing a black oversized dress with a round collar. The lower end of the dress revealed a white pleated skirt, followed by slender ankles. The cold white color, the slender ankles, and the faint blue veins on the instep.

A gust of cold wind blew in through the window, sprinkling a few drops of rain on her hair.

The colored chiffon skirt and black fabric intertwined, making her figure appear slender and giving her an elegant vibe.

The rain in late autumn was pouring down since last night.

Cheyenne woke up a little after seven in the morning, and she hasn't worn any pajamas since then.

She casually put on a dress, walked barefoot to the window, and the fair fingers pulled open the curtains, watching the relentless raindrops outside.

She fell into a moment of contemplation.

she had a

chaotic deep blue sea, slowly being submerged by the

of death was firmly placed at her

to die, a blurry familiar figure, a man, swam

towards the shore, and when they were about to reach the finish line, he was suddenly swallowed by a shark

Blood.

blue seawater

water became dirty and black. She remembered the man pushing her

dungeon, and she could smell the scent of blood, a bit

by the fish was alive, holding her hand,

of the world. The romance on the verge of death left a deep

in her heart like

fell, his body shattered into countless pieces,

to reality, realizing that she was the only one standing on the staircase piled with bones,

bones beneath her feet... came back to

door sounded from outside, but Cheyenne was

for

the door open himself. He was wearing a

velme

sweater, paired with Ang

fleece pants, and had

exuding an elegance akin to

exactly light, but Cheyenne remained motionless standing in front

"Cheyenne."

frowned as he noticed her bare feet on the floor, then set the tray

closed the window, preventing the rain

as willful as before. You need to take care of yourself," he

placed her on the edge of the bed, as if handling

felt no cold, and the child was very well-behaved, not

to the wardrobe to find her socks, Cheyenne suddenly grabbed his arm, her eyes coldly staring

did my grandfather really go on

showing a skeptical expression while her long eyelashes