She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 77: Waiting To Inherit The Fortune

Chapter 77: Waiting to Inherit the Fortune

She sighed softly and said, "What a pity."

"What's wrong?" Davon asked curiously with an expressionless face.

"It's just that I don't know anything about medicine. When my grandfather was treating Master Iker, I could only hand him tools while standing by his side."

Cheyenne played with her delicate and fair hands, crossing her fingers as she looked at him with a pair of bright and adorable almond-shaped eyes.

"Yesterday when the medicine was delivered, my grandfather told me that Master Iker's condition wasn't good. Maybe..." she hesitated to speak.

"What is it? Miss Lawrence, please save my brother," Davon said excitedly as he placed his big hand on Cheyenne's arm.

Through the thin layer of fabric, he felt her warmth. Her soft arms were like cotton candy and made him want to squeeze them hard.

"Master Davon, don't get too excited. My grandfather said, there is no cure for your brother's disease and he can only maintain his life by taking the medicine," Cheyenne explained calmly.

"I see." Davon couldn't help feeling a hint of schadenfreude. However, his mood quickly changed when Cheyenne spoke again.

"It's really despicable that a maid in Master Iker's villa tried to harm him by poisoning his food. If I found out who's behind it, I'll make sure he regret it!" she exclaimed angrily.

Speaking of which, the maid was the spy that Davon put in Iker's Estate, whose identity wasn't discovered for two years, but Cheyenne exposed that maid so soon. He wondered if Cheyenne accidentally made it or if she already knew something else?

If it was the latter case, then it would be a shame that he had to finish such a beautiful woman.

"Miss Lawrence, you're right. It's despicable. I had no idea there was such a vicious maid in my brother's house."

He slammed his hand on the stone table in anger, making a dull sound. Cheyenne glanced at his palm and saw that it was red and swollen, but she kept a calm expression on her face.

"I heard that Miss Lawrence caught the maid that day?"

"You're really sharp. How did you find out?"

Cheyenne rolled her eyes inwardly at the impatience of Davon. He was already pressuring her for the "truth."

"It was just a coincidence. I went downstairs to get some water and saw the maid crying after breaking a bowl."

"At first it didn't seem like a big deal, but then she brought Master Iker some food that clearly wasn't cooked long enough. When I asked her to redo it, she refused, which is why your older brother noticed something was off."

Seeing how proud she looked while saying this made Davon snort coldly inside. It turned out she found it out just by sheer luck.

Iker sure lucked out being saved by her... but next time he wouldn't be that lucky.

"Miss Lawrence, no matter what, it sounds very risky. You must protect yourself. Perhaps... the person behind all this has set their sights on you!" He spoke lightly, but Cheyenne's face turned pale as she grabbed his arm.

Her chin trembled visibly and she closed her eyes, looking extremely frightened.

"... Master Davon, please protect me."

"I'm still young. I'm only twenty-one this year. By the way, I just got divorced and haven't found my second husband yet. I don't want to die."

"My grandfather also said that when he died, all of his antiques would be mine. I'm still waiting to inherit them."

Cheyenne spoke with a pitiful and sincere tone.

Listening carefully to her words made Davon speechless.

How could he have thought that this woman was hiding something? She was clearly just a simple- minded spoiled rich girl with no ambition.

However, any man would fall for her charms as she had such a beautiful appearance.

As he placed his hand on Cheyenne's arm and tried to move it towards her waist in an attempt to embrace her from behind, she twisted away from him at the last moment.

Smiling brightly, she said, "I'm sober now. It's time for me to go back. Goodbye, Master Davon!"

"Okay."

After leaving the pavilion, Cheyenne's smile disappeared instantly, replaced by coldness and disgust.

She felt goosebumps in her arm that the disgusting man just touched.

As she walked with her head down, Cheyenne unknowingly took a wrong turn and ended up in the Todd mansion's backyard. This was the same place where her granduncle had taken her and her grandpa before. At that time, they were just there to visit and Cheyenne didn't pay much attention to the route.

Now, with no one around, she didn't know who to ask for directions. The small path on the hill behind was wet from the recent rain and her high heels kept getting stuck in between the pebbles. Eventually, Cheyenne had no choice but to take off her shoes and walk barefoot on top of the rocks.

"Ah! It's so cold."

"Just think of it as a free foot massage," she joked.

She tried retracing her steps but ended up walking even further away from where she needed to be. However, a green pasture not far away gave Cheyenne some hope - there must be someone responsible for this place.

As she approached the horse stable barefooted, all she could see was a tall figure standing there petting one of the horses, his profile sharp and defined.

"What are you doing here?"

However, Cheyenne screamed in disappointment.

The man slowly turned around, with his upturned eyebrows and a cold, hard face. His lips were tightly pursed.

Who else but that bastard Kelvin?

The latter raised an eyebrow when he saw her standing on the green grass with her white and tender feet, some dirt still clinging to the top of them.

"You're not even wearing shoes to follow me? Cheyenne, we're already divorced."

What? He actually thought she came here to follow him.

Cheyenne thought he was so arrogant that it was almost funny. She sneered coldly, "Mr. Foley, do you really think you're a hot commodity? There are plenty of two-legged men in this world!"

"I'm not so cheap as to get back together with my ex," she continued. "Believe it or not, I just got lost and wanted to ask for directions."

As she finished speaking, she picked up her high heels and prepared to leave. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Suddenly her wrist was grabbed by the man's hand - very tightly - causing some pain as she turned back around.

Kelvin's face looked like a stormy sea about ready to erupt; his eyes were cold and fierce.

"That's right, Miss Lawrence is very charming and willing to be supported by one sugar daddy after another."

"Slap." A sudden slap landed on the handsome man's face without warning.

The coldness in his eyes intensified a bit more.