She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 691: The Mysterious Illegitimate Child

Her behavior made Elias, who was accustomed to being surrounded by beautiful women, feel a bit uneasy. A glimmer of a confident smile flashed in his charming eyes. He was attracted to this woman.

It wasn't the first time he had seen a woman from Chulae, but someone as beautiful and charismatic as Cheyenne was a first for him. She perfectly matched his taste. Unfortunately, his crush was destined to be unrequited.

Rohan continued introducing his other sons to her, including the third young master, Patrick Miller. At the age of twenty-seven, he still had the face of a young boy.

Despite being underestimated due to his youthful appearance, he was one of the top design talents in Jostrana. With an IQ of 185, he graduated from Metshire Institute of Technology at the age of eighteen, obtaining dual doctorates in chemistry and quantum air science.

The products he designed were the best-selling ones of their time and had won an international industrial design competition multiple times. At the age of twenty-seven, he had become one of Jostrana's renowned designers.

However, despite being a top master in the field of art, he was a shy and good-natured boy in his personal life.

He had suffered from autism as a child.

Although he had been cured of the condition, he had developed a solitary personality, perhaps because every rich inner world tends to be lonely.

Surprisingly, this master of design suddenly spoke when he looked at Cheyenne.

He said, "I know your name, Cheyenne. You once won the championship at the Athens Jewelry Design Competition. Why didn't you attend the award ceremony?"

Cheyenne took a while to register the words, not remembering when she had participated in a jewelry design competition.

Patrick couldn't help but remind her, "Three years ago, you designed a four-leaf clover bracelet and won the gold prize. The prize money was five hundred thousand pounds." And he happened to be one of the judges for that competition.

At the moment he saw Cheyenne's work, he was convinced that this was the design he wanted. He insisted on using all three of his precious votes for her.

Unfortunately, when it came to the award ceremony, the money was transferred to her account, but she was nowhere to be found.

The champion was absent, which significantly reduced the excitement of the award ceremony.

Cheyenne shook her head and quickly responded, "Sorry, something has happened recently, and I completely forgot."All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

"That's a shame," he replied.

He couldn't help but steal a few more glances at Cheyenne and saw her casually walking over to the fourth son of the Miller family. Soon, she looked away.

The fourth son, Abram Miller, was twenty-six years old. He was an ordinary man, and if there was anything that left an impression on Cheyenne, it was probably the fact that he wore black-framed glasses and looked like an otaku.

Such people were everywhere.

Compared to his three older brothers, Abram seemed unremarkable.

Didn't Rohan have five sons? Who was the fifth one?

The absence of the youngest son's figure made Rohan furrow his brow and urged the servant next to him to find him.

After a few minutes, the servant returned dejectedly, touching his nose cautiously, and reported, "Master Darren said he won't come."

"Well..." Rohan sighed and hesitated.

He raised his head and looked at Cheyenne with a hint of apology in his eyes. He chuckled softly, "Miss Lawrence, I apologize. My youngest son just returned from overseas recently, and he might be experiencing some jet lag."

"It's fine."

Cheyenne felt a bit regretful for not meeting the rumored "illegitimate child." However, she had heard quite a bit of gossip about him at the banquet.

For example, this Master Darren was eccentric. He would always stand alone in the rain, unmoving.

Furthermore, he would always play music in the middle of the night, as if it were a life-threatening spell emerging from the depths of hell.

For instance, he would always hold a white urn and kneel in front of the Buddha, remaining in that position for the entire day.

The more mysterious and peculiar he became, the stronger Cheyenne's curiosity grew.

Before leaving, Rohan invited them to attend a family banquet the day after tomorrow. Yvonne agreed, and Cheyenne would also be there.

She wanted to meet Master Darren.

In Akloit.

Since it was still morning, there were only a few people in the café.

At a table near the window, a light green checkered tablecloth was

spread out, and on white.net

rest

two golden-brown toasted

bread slices.

The fragrant aroma of coffee lingered in the air.

The man sitting at the table was quite eye catching. He wore a flashy pink suit with a deep red

handkerchief tucked into his chest pocket, exuding a gentlemanly and elegant aura.

The bright autumn sunlight bathed him, and his light brown short hair shimmered like gold.

Sitting across from him was a young

woman in a pure white

spaghetti-strap dress, with herne

chestnut curly hair cascading diagonally across her chest.

This hairstyle conveniently concealed a glimpse of her cleavage.

The man held the woman's small hand, continuously rubbing her fair palm with his fingertips.

His deeply passionate and charming eyes gazed at her chest, and his full and sensual lips parted slightly as he softly spoke to her.

"From the lines in your palm, it seems that you are a person with delicate thoughts and a sentimental disposition."

Upon hearing this, the woman covered her red lips with her other hand, bursting into laughter, her round eyes filled with incredulity.

"How did you know?"

"Well, it's quite simple. The lines on your palm are light but have many branches."

"I see, is there anything else?"

Then he would have to see it closer!

He continued to flip the delicate and fair hand in his palm, carefully examining it multiple times. Every time his warm fingertips touched the woman's skin, her face would involuntarily blush a little.

Based on Reece's years of experience in charming women, he knew that things were going well.

"Look at these two lines, one long and one short, below your pinky finger. It indicates that you will have two children in the future."

"Really?"

She was only twenty-two and had not yet considered the question of having children.

However, as a model, the worst thing was to have a distorted figure.

"It's true. There's also a more complex astrology. Once you learn it, you can discern your marriage, career, and financial fortune."

The young model listened to him earnestly, occasionally gazing at him with an admiring look.

Just at that moment, a familiar voice came from behind him, dripping with sarcasm and rang in his ears.

"He's lying to you. The last time he sat here was three days ago, and at that time, there was an internet celebrity sitting across from him."

As the words fell, Reece's face turned sullen.