She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 701: Onistead's Past

Inside the enclosed and upscale golf course, the air conditioning was turned on, completely shielding the golfers from the winter chill.

Here, a sexy and tall woman wore a white low-cut dress that reached just above her knees, accentuating her curvaceous and shapely buttocks as she bent over.

Paired with knee-high white Martin boots, her legs appeared elongated, enhancing her graceful and slender figure. The woman held a golf club in her hand, aiming at a small hole on the golf course, and with a swing of her arms, the ball flew out, disappearing from sight.

She covered her eyes with one hand and glanced back, playfully pouting at the man behind her, trying to seek his attention. "Master Elias, look at my shot. It's gone missing," she coquettishly complained. However, when she turned around, she realized that the man behind her didn't pay her any mind at all. He sat with crossed legs on a chair, gently swaying a glass of red wine in one hand, and in the other, he held a diamond-studded mobile phone. He casually opened his mouth and said, "Tsk tsk, Darren, you finally remembered me. What's the matter? Are you not busy with work today, or is it that you don't miss your crush?"

In the end, he even made a sarcastic remark with her.

This resentful tone was just like that of a vengeful woman trapped in a secluded mansion, causing the woman's complexion to darken. Who is Darren? Could it be the legendary mysterious Master Darren? Wasn't it rumored that he was not welcomed by the Miller family and had been developing his career overseas all this time? Could it be that he had already returned to the country?

From the other end of the phone came a cold and icy voice, devoid of any warmth, "Stop your nonsense. I'll give you only ten minutes. Hurry up and come to my office."

"Ten minutes? So urgent? That's impossible. I'm outside right now, and besides, I've taken off my pants..."

"Beep beep beep..."

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As for his lie about being "busy" outside, it seemed that Benson didn't really care. Well, he decided to accept his fate and hurry over.

Damn it!

Master Elias immediately stood up from his seat and rushed

where are

"Wait for me."

his departing figure and hurriedly chased after

"Ouch! That hurts."

and the waiter who were waiting nearby, afraid that they would skip out on the bill, suddenly

you haven't

"How much?"

and gave him a fierce glare, channeling all the anger

"How much?"

"369 dollars."

words fell, she took out her wallet from her handbag, opened it, and casually pulled out a thick stack of bills, proudly flipping her bangs in front of her forehead. "No need

in Onistead was scorching like a steamer placed on a stove, with dark clouds piling up

super typhoon, "Maria No. 1," would make landfall from the

typhoon, the meteorological department issued a warning to the citizens a week in advance, urging them to take protective measures. So, on this scorching day, people could be

storm hit. The rose-patterned windows of the villa were left open, and they were rattled by the powerful wind. The gusts swept

haunted house. Only in the living room, near the sofa, a small table lamp was

upon a voluminous red skirt. The vibrant color was enveloped in a faint golden halo, giving

the red skirt trailed on the floor, revealing a slender pair of legs with visible veins, devoid of any flesh.

Onistead, the heiress of the Edwards family, had now become painfully thin. It

man approached, a gust

wind lifted the layer of white gauze, allowing a glimpse of the enchanting and delicate figure lying on the sofa. Her long hair was disheveled, her clothes were in disarray, and she wore vivid and elaborate makeup. Her fair hand trembled

A flame lit up.

Smoke filled the air.

and took a deep drag, revealing a contented smile on