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!

up the phone, Master Elias immediately stood up

where are you

"Wait for me."

bewildered at his departing figure and hurriedly chased after him in her high heels, but as soon as she took a step forward, she

"Ouch! That hurts."

her ankle was already swollen and red. The coach and the waiter who were waiting nearby, afraid that they would skip out on the bill, suddenly woke up and quickly approached

haven't paid

"How much?"

Elias' figure disappear at the corner of the street, she couldn't catch up anymore. She turned around and gave him a fierce glare, channeling all the

"How much?"

"369 dollars."

her wallet from her handbag, opened it, and casually pulled out a thick stack of bills, proudly flipping her bangs in

Onistead was scorching like a steamer placed on a stove, with dark clouds piling up in the sky. The outdoor temperature

that a super typhoon, "Maria No. 1," would make landfall from the southwest today, bringing continuous

warning to the citizens a week in advance, urging them to take protective measures. So, on this scorching day, people could be seen everywhere, rushing around with bags full

open, and they were rattled by the

dark, empty, and eerily silent, resembling a haunted house. Only in the living room,

fell upon a voluminous red skirt. The vibrant color was enveloped in a faint golden

of legs with visible veins, devoid of any flesh. As one's gaze moved

once radiant lady of Onistead, the heiress of the Edwards family, had now become painfully

approached, a gust

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 as

A flame lit up.

Smoke filled the air.

lowered her head and took a deep