She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 329

Chapter 329: Stubborn

There was only one possibility - she had truly mastered the final stage of the Thirteen Needles!

Layne's eyes gleamed with greed as he stared at the graceful figure before him. He put on a fake smile.

"Indeed, you're a young talent. Cheyenne, you genuinely intrigued me. What exactly is the final stage of the Thirteen Needles?"

Behind his "casual" question, Layne concealed a burning curiosity.

However, Cheyenne, upon hearing this, furrowed her brows. Her crescent-shaped eyes sparkled with mischief as she intentionally prolonged the suspense.

"Well, Granduncle, you suddenly asked me to explain, and I don't know how to put it. It's quite simple; I glanced at the content, thought about it in my mind, and just went for it. In fact, this is my first time using it."

She spoke in a flat tone, tinged with a hint of disdain.

Little did she know that Adrian was on the verge of being exasperated, almost fainting right there.

He tried to find a trace of falsehood in Cheyenne's eyes but failed. Those eyes were too pure and clear; they didn't seem like she was lying.

A hoarse, broken sound suddenly echoed in everyone's ears. Old Mr. Foley unconsciously uttered words.

"Grandpa! You're awake?"

Emelia wiped away tears and rushed to the bedside, eagerly getting close to hear old Mr. Foley's voice.

He mentioned Kelvin!

"Kelvin..."

In an instant, Emelia's fair face froze for a second, then a sarcastic and cold smile appeared.

The one taking care of him at home was her, Emelia.

The one who hired a doctor for him was her brother, Vincent.

The one preparing medicine for him every day was her father, Franklin.

But in Grandpa's mind, there was only Kelvin? Even subconsciously, the person he wanted to find and rely on was Kelvin.

Why?

Did he forgive his promises for them?

Then, a more significant blow made Emelia feel even more uncomfortable. The seed of hatred broke through the soil and grew into a sprout.

"Cheyenne, I ... I finally see you. Forgive me... My shares, shares for you... don't reject."

Emelia couldn't even match up to Kelvin, let alone this outsider, Cheyenne.

Old Mr. Foley had ten percent of the shares, a fact Emelia was aware of. One reason her father instructed her to take care of her grandpa was the ten percent of shares in his possession.

She had diligently and selflessly taken care of him for so many days, and in the end, she couldn't even compare to Cheyenne, who arrived late.

After realizing this, Emelia smiled bitterly, stood up, and moved to the side.

She gave her place to Kelvin and Cheyenne, this couple.

As old Mr. Foley stuttered about "shares," Cheyenne seemed to catch on.

"What shares?"

Why had she never known about it?

Kelvin replied coldly, "I'll talk to you about this later; let's see how Grandpa is doing now."

Cheyenne glared at him and muttered under her breath, "Who cares."

Vincent stood directly in front of her, his eyes revealing a hint of desire. He had encountered numerous women, both the ones he kept and those he casually interacted with during social events.

However, only Cheyenne could easily evoke this sense of longing in him.

Thinking about the scene just now, he secretly licked his lips.

Men understood the dirty thoughts of other men. Kelvin didn't expect Cheyenne to be so bold as to publicly make such a "provocative" move.

Even though it was just a shoulder exposed, she had no idea how enticing she was.

Even a restrained man like him admitted to having dirty thoughts about her, and he had acted on them, let alone those unrestrained men.

Kelvin walked up with a grim expression, looking down at Cheyenne. In her puzzled gaze, he reached out and pulled up her collar.

With a stern face, he said, "Are you so poor that you can't afford clothes? Must you wear something so embarrassing?"

As he lifted it, the high-waisted garment contracted, revealing a segment of a flat and delicate waist.

The fair abdomen, along with the sexy mermaid line, was now exposed.

A cute navel entered his sight.

His eyes darkened involuntarily, exuding a dangerous aura. In the past, his favorite thing was to play with her belly button, watching her lose consciousness in his embrace.

These tender and affectionate thoughts were quickly suppressed by him.

Changing his approach, he pulled her coat over her, zipping it up to the top to cover not only her neck but also her slender waist.

The movement was swift as lightning, and by the time she reacted, all she felt was - heat!

Cheyenne lifted her head defiantly and gave him a cold glance, "What's your problem?"