She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 615: Unfilial

Cheyenne didn't care whether they wanted it or not; the decision had been made. She abruptly stood up from her chair and briskly walked towards Yvonne, reaching out and grabbing her arm assertively. With a gentle smile, she said, "Yvonne, would you mind showing me around Wind Hall?"

"Sure, I'd be happy to," Yvonne replied.

They left hand in hand, leaving behind a buzz of discussion. But Cheyenne didn't care about what they were saying; pushing them out of their comfort zone was a crucial factor in revitalizing Wind Hall. She knew that achieving this great goal would be impossible without their cooperation.

Outside the TOP Hotel, under the drizzling rain, Eddie's attention was unexpectedly drawn to a lonely figure in black. He had just been about to head out, unaware that he would encounter Leandro wearing a black robe at the hotel entrance. The rain had dampened his silver-white hair which pitifully clung to his temples.

Raindrops continued to fall from his soaking wet hair onto his shoulders, disappearing into the sea of black, leaving behind indelible marks. The lower portion of the robe, along with his cloth shoes, had long been wet from the accumulated water. On such a cold day, it was uncomfortable to wear wet shoes.

Furthermore, Leandro suffered from rheumatism. Even a short exposure to a draft would cause pain in his knees and calves.

Despite all this, he persistently stood at the hotel entrance, holding an umbrella. He didn't have Eddie's phone number, nor was he a guest at the hotel. He simply couldn't personally search for him inside. Thus he resorted to the most foolish method - waiting for him at the entrance.

As luck would have it, his patience paid off. In that split second when their eyes met, Eddie quickly noticed Leandro's purple face, and the lines on his aged face seemed even deeper. A gust of cold wind blew his silver hair into a mess, with a cold white light perfectly shining down from above, precisely illuminating his disheveled hair.

In the eerie howl of the wind, the sight pulled at the heartstrings of anyone witnessing it.

Actually, both the hotel security and staff had advised Leandro to leave early; if he were to collapse at their hotel entrance at his age, it would surely cause trouble. However, Leandro clenched his teeth and refused to leave.

Eddie's throat rolled; he paused for a moment before striding towards him with his long, slender legs. Every step he took resonated deep within Leandro's heart, and a glimmer of hope flickered in his cloudy eyes, as he tried tremblingly to take a step.

But as soon as he lifted his leg, a piercing pain shot up from his knee, a cold chill traversed through his limbs, leaving him in both cold and pain.

Eddie stopped in his tracks, gazing at him intently, his delicate and handsome face knitting his brows slightly.

here?" he asked with a voice

Eddie," he said, his voice

that day. There's

this matter, drawing the attention of the surrounding guests and staff. People's gazes were

thinking wrong because Eddie was dressed in

the old man was wearing a long-outdated overcoat, even in such cold weather, and

wet, no wonder everyone would

harsh tone and lack of politeness when speaking with

where he had gone wrong. His face turned gloomy, and his eyebrows furrowed even more

what I did. But I know I was wrong now. Can

Leandro sadly took out a

it for yourself.

Leandro's heart. He didn't even know what he

help,

do you want me to do to

people around couldn't

the hotel's entrance. The woman was wearing a black fluffy long

fur

and lips painted in flaming red

your conscience? You look deceivingly presentable, but you turn out to be nothing more than a scum. Can't you see that your grandpa's lips have turned purple from the

taken aback by the

to look back. The

behind him appeared