She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 324: Drink Cola

Chapter 324: Drink Cola

The following morning, the front pages of Akloit's major newspapers were filled with headlines about "Teagan," "Jane," and "the Lawrence family heiress."

"Failed Union of the Berry and Parry Families, the Love of the Elites Is So Fragile!"

"The Lawrence Family Heiress Becomes a Mistress, Caught in Adultery!"

"Jane Abandoned in Misfortune as Her Family's Fortune Declines!"

"The Reasons Behind Berry and Parry Families' Cancellation of the Marriage!"

Cheyenne glanced at these headlines, smirking, and tossed the newspaper into the trash can with a confident and dashing motion. She wore a black off-the-shoulder, tight-fitting, high-waisted T-shirt with a matching skirt made of sheer fabric that accentuated her fair, slender legs. Her wavy hair, styled in a ponytail with a simple and rustic "X"-shaped metal hairpin, cascaded down her back, as fluffy as a squirrel's tail.

She stood nonchalantly in front of a vending machine, facing an array of drink options, and her delicate fingers hesitated in mid-air for a moment. Finally, she made her selection. A can of cola dropped down from the machine's chute with a faint layer of dew droplets on its surface.

As Cheyenne pulled the tab, about to take a sip, the cola was abruptly snatched from her hand. She turned around, surprised, to see the owner of the hand.

The man was dressed in a well-tailored black designer suit, paired with a white shirt, standing elegantly in front of her. His thick, stylish eyebrows arched slightly, and his deep-set eyes looked calmly at the frozen cola in his hand. He spoke, uttering an unbelievable statement.

"Drinking cold cola in the morning isn't good for your health, especially for a girl like you."

As a physician, Cheyenne knew better than Kelvin, but she didn't care.

Self-mockingly, Cheyenne looked coldly at the face in front of her, tiptoed to try to grab her cola back. But she was significantly shorter. Even if she tiptoed and raised her arm high, there was still a considerable distance between her and the can.

Cheyenne became irritated and leaped around a few times, resembling a cute little bunny. She looked at him with a pair of bright eyes, her fury evident. She demanded, "Give it back to me."

Without hesitation, Kelvin handed the cola to his assistant Chris, who was standing behind him, while accepting the hot milk Chris offered. He then presented the milk to Cheyenne.

"You can have this."

The milk was steaming. Cheyenne did not take it. She looked at Kelvin as if he were a strange creature. Her rosy, lustrous lips curled slightly, and she said, "Mr. Foley, I'm just a commoner who can't afford your milk. No need." ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

After her words, she glanced at the cola in Chris's hand. This glance made Chris tremble involuntarily. He hoped that Miss Lawrence didn't think he had stolen her cola. He was only helping the CEO carry it.

Cheyenne let out a light chuckle, her melodious voice ringing in both their ears. "Just take this cola as my treat, Mr. Foley. A big shot like you seldom have a chance to drink carbonated beverages, I understand"

Upon hearing her words, Kelvin's face turned dark, looking inexplicably displeased. He stared fixedly at Cheyenne's fair and tender face with a threatening aura.

"Cheyenne, do you have to speak to me like this?"

She wasn't like this before.

The woman, who had intended to leave, paused and turned back. "Oh? Then how should I talk to you, Mr. Foley?"

"Is it to call you Kelvin, being understanding, just like Abbie does, showing consideration?"

"Or should I be like I used to be, abandoning my dignity and self-esteem, like a pitiful puppy waiting by your side for occasional charity and pity?"

Her gaze was filled with disdain, and the proud expression on her face left Kelvin stunned for a second.

Arrogant and confident, this was the real her.

He wanted to say that neither of the two situations she mentioned earlier was correct. But before he could respond, Cheyenne extended a slender hand and pushed him forcefully. She brushed past him.

"Kelvin, I won't deign to do the first, and as for the second, you're not worthy of it!" Her voice was cold.

Listening to her frosty words, Kelvin suddenly remembered the phone call she made to him that night. She said that she had mistaken him for someone else.

Cheyenne's previous attempts to please him and her relentless pursuit had apparently been a mistake, and she had been mistaken about who she was pursuing all along. So who was the man who occupied her thoughts and was important enough for her to give up her freedom and draw boundaries for?

For the first time, Kelvin felt anger unlike any he had experienced before. His restless heart pounded fiercely, each heartbeat powerful enough to burst from his chest.

The atmosphere between the two of them grew icy, with the flow of air seeming to slow down. The temperature in the vicinity dropped by several degrees, making Chris, the assistant, yawn in response.

Using the corner of his eye, Chris carefully observed the "grim reaper" standing before him and couldn't help but marvel. The usually composed and inscrutable CEO seemed to become animated and even displayed his emotions whenever he met Miss Lawrence.

After finishing her words, Cheyenne turned around, intending to leave. However, Kelvin suddenly grasped her delicate wrist and pulled her back a half step, nearly causing her to stumble.

"Wait, I have something else to say."

She glanced at him curiously, her gaze fixed on his hand holding her own. She raised an eyebrow, her expression showing displeasure and resistance. Yet Kelvin didn't release her hand, and he spoke in a low voice.

"Grandfather is sick, and I know only you can save him. You can set any conditions you like."

It turned out that he had come to her only because his grandfather was sick.

If not for this reason, how could the renowned and prestigious CEO of the Foley Group, Kelvin, possibly condescend to invite her in person?

Grandfather is sick...

Cheyenne was concerned for a moment upon hearing this. After a few minutes of hesitation, she nodded.