She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 616: Plastic Surgeries

The security guard had a troubled expression on his face as he hesitantly reported, "Miss Walsh, Mr. Zamora has signed a housing agreement with us for half a month. If we were to evict him now, it would be a violation of the rules."

According to the contract, they would have to compensate Eddie double the amount of rent. It's important to note that he had booked a luxury suite, which cost a five-figure amount per night. The compensation would sum up to approximately three hundred thousand dollars.

Miss Walsh finally regained her composure. With her hands crossed over her chest, she tilted her head and pondered, "Hmm? Is that so?"

"Well, forget it," she said.

"I forgot that this is my own hotel."

Amelia's business principle was never to incur losses, not even a penny. She wouldn't allow it, no matter what.

Leandro also glanced over, and when he saw this girl's extremely unattractive appearance, he couldn't help but recoil and blurt out what he was thinking.

"Miss, may I ask why you don't consider getting plastic surgery?"

It was as if an angelic figure was combined with a devilish face, a striking visual contrast that was simply unforgettable.

Amelia's lips twitched, but she didn't respond. She was infuriated to the point of rolling her eyes.

At a glance, her eye sockets were filled with white, which was somewhat horrifying.

"Old man, I'm standing up for you and helping you out, yet you don't know how to appreciate it? I see that you're poor and old, so I pity you... But you dare to speak to me like this." "Who said I haven't had plastic surgery? I've had it ten times already, alright?"

"It cost me more than ten million dollars, damn it! It hurts my heart just thinking about it!"

When Cheyenne and Benson returned, as soon as their feet touched the stairs, they heard her earth-shattering and soul-stirring words.

Is this what it means to have the effects of ten plastic surgeries?

She purposely glanced at Miss Walsh and came to a conclusion-either the doctor's skills were really problematic, or Miss Walsh herself looked even uglier before!

She couldn't imagine Miss Walsh being even uglier than she was now. Leandro, on the other hand, felt a chill in his heart when he heard the words "old and poor." He was shocked and angered. He had lived nearly eighty years and for the first time, someone called him poor!

"You can call me old, but you can't call me poor! Who said I had no money? Look at what I've prepared for my grandson!"

As he spoke indignantly, he took out an oiled paper package from his pocket. His frozen hands trembled as he opened the package. A dazzling golden light almost blinded their eyes on this gloomy and rainy day.

Miss Walsh took a closer look and saw that they were ten large gold bars! Each bar weighed at least one pound, so ten bars would be ten pounds. Based on the current gold price of $425 per gram, he had over four hundred thousand dollars in his possession! Incredible!

What's more, Leandro publicly took off his shoes and held them in his hand. "Swoosh..." Water dripped from the shoes like a small stream. Even from a distance, Cheyenne could see that the water had a slightly yellowish color. It was a pool of foul-smelling water.

She couldn't help but retract her gaze and cover her nose with her delicate, rosy-white hand, her exquisite little face showing an intriguing expression. However, Leandro seemed oblivious to it all. He touched the sole of the shoe and found a card. A black card with a peony design.

Miss Walsh's eyes revealed waves of shock. She had wanted this card for a long time, but since only two were issued per year, she had never managed to snatch one. Unexpectedly, this unremarkable old man possessed such an expensive item. It seemed he was a low-key wealthy person, unable to hide his status any longer.

She was envious.

Meanwhile, Eddie didn't even blink his eyes, his lips twitched slightly, and he didn't show any extra expression due to the gold bars and black card. Although he wasn't a neat freak, he couldn't bring himself to reach out and take the card right now.

"I... I don't need it. Forget it, you should go upstairs and change your clothes first."

Eddie's refusal made Leandro feel extremely disappointed, and the wrinkles on his face deepened a bit.

But in the next moment, when Eddie

invited him to his room for a while, the expression on Leandro's face changed dramatically, as if the

storm had suddenly cleared up.

He laughed so much that his eyes disappeared, showing his false teeth as he grinned, "Good, good, good. I knew you were a filial child."

Eddie supported him with one hand

and used the other hand to take the room key card and push open the

Sorto the lobby. His face had a hint

sudden blush.

"I don't, I'm just afraid of encountering brainless women like her again."

As he said this, he supported Leandro and slowly walked upstairs.

Behind the two of them, Miss Walsh looked puzzled, her eyes filled with a flame of anger, and when she turned around, she noticed the young man next to her. "Was he just calling me brainless?"

The young man appeared to be in his early twenties, with a handsome and clear appearance, elegant and gentle temperament.

Such a person standing next to Miss Walsh was completely incompatible, as if a flower bloomed beside a pile of manure.

Of course, Miss Walsh was the pile of manure.

The young man made up his mind

and, after considering a

considerable amount, forced himself to praise her with a nauseating tone, "No, Miss Walsh, you are righteous and doing what's right."

His praise made Miss Walsh exceedingly happy, and a trace of coquettishness appeared on her face, like a spoiled girl, exaggerating her act of being spoiled. "You always understand me the best, Peter. Your are so sweet."

Cheyenne couldn't help but feel discomfort in her stomach, as if the child had just kicked her.

She speculated in her mind if the baby was also disgusted by this strange lady and thus protested.

Seeing her pale face, clutching her stomach in discomfort, both Eddie and Benson became nervous.

Their voices coincidentally echoed in the lobby:

"Cheyenne, are you alright?"

"Cheyenne, do you want to go upstairs and rest?"

The two equally handsome guys' concern made Miss Walsh envy Cheyenne.

Her covetous gaze fell on Benson. She took a step forward and blocked Cheyenne's way.

"He's your lover, right? How much for a night? My partner is also skilled, would you like to exchange and have some fun?"Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

As soon as the words fell, she felt the icy coldness emanating from Benson, chilling her to the bone.

Cheyenne couldn't help but sweat for her. This was too audacious. How dare she treat Benson as a gigolo.

Miss Walsh suddenly became timid and continued in a small voice, "I-I didn't say anything wrong."

"Peter, the plane is about to be delayed. Let's go quickly."