She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 624: I Don't Want to Take Care of You

When did Emily arrive? Did she hear everything just now? Judging from the chilly expression on her face, she probably did.

The hand tightly gripping her fiancé Hayden's arm squeezed hard, causing him to frown in pain. He lowered his head and quickly glanced, reminding in a low voice, "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Harrison." Only then did Emily come to her senses from the intense emotions. Despite her deep disgust, she had to put on a delighted face.

Releasing Hayden's hand, she gracefully walked to Cheyenne's side. With a beaming smile, she said, "Congratulations, Miss Lawrence, or should I call you sister from now on? There were indeed some misunderstandings between us before, and I hope we can set aside our differences and honor our godfather and godmother in the future."

As she extended a delicate, fair hand towards Cheyenne, the latter remained unfazed, her eyebrows furrowed, and she did not shake hands with Emily. Instead, she kept her gaze steady on Abel. Then, she uttered a sentence that astonished everyone, "Before you make a decision, shouldn't you ask me if I'm willing to take care of you in your late years?"

Yvonne couldn't help but spray out a mouthful of tea. She awkwardly grabbed a tissue from the table and wiped the corners of her mouth.

Even Abel did not expect her to protest. When he met the eyes of the young girl, Selah's image overlapped in his mind. Their personalities were unexpectedly similar.

"Cheyenne, watch your words. Abel is still young, and he doesn't need you to take care of him," Yvonne scolded.

Moreover, as a great man of the country, even if he had no children in the future, he didn't need to worry about it.

After being "disciplined" by Yvonne, Cheyenne pouted and turned away, casting a proud glance at Bianca and finding Bianca heaved a sigh of relief. Evidently, she was glad that Cheyenne refused Abel's proposal.

Then, with her back to others, she mouthed the words towards Cheyenne, "Give up, you bitch!"

Cheyenne understood what Bianca silently said. With a casual and indifferent chuckle, she withdrew her gaze. What was there to be proud of? In fact, the one Cheyenne didn't want to take care of was Bianca. She had initially thought that Abel, who had been embarrassed in public, would be very angry. As the president of a country, everyone revered and respected him, but only Cheyenne dared to be so audacious in front of him. But as she was his old friend's daughter, he indulged her.

improperly. Since you are unwilling, let's forget about it," Abel said. "But in the future, you don't have to call me Mr. Harrison. Just call me Uncle Abel, so it won't seem so unfamiliar." Cheyenne nodded blankly, but in her mind, she wondered, "Are we really that close?" Having refused his proposal before, if she continued to show disrespect now, it would only put Wind Hall in a difficult position. Since the most influential figure in the country was taking the initiative to get closer

Uncle Abel," she hesitated for a second before addressing him. Her voice was sweet and soft, though her tone was calm and indifferent, Abel still seemed somewhat excited. "Alright, alright... If you need anything in the future, just tell me," Abel

her eyes in surprise, and a hint of excitement flashed in her clear eyes. The words "I need money" were on the tip of her tongue, but

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