She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 328: Revealing the True Identity Why force Kelvin to apologize under these circumstances? This would only make them seem in the wrong, wouldn't it? Upon hearing this, the man stood still, seemingly ignoring the situation, his terrifyingly deep eyes locked onto her. His gaze was notably serious as he said, “Cheyenne, go treat Grandpa. I'll protect you, and I dare anyone to touch you." The words "I'll protect you" momentarily left Cheyenne feeling lost. His voice was deep and filled with masculinity, resonating like a bass in her ears. In the past, hearing him say something like that would have moved her to tears. However, thad taught her to grow, but it had also made her heart gradually grow cold, stiff, and numb.

In just a second, Cheyenne returned to her previous indifference and nodded. “Okay." She continued, "Old Mr. Foley's headache is caused by rheumatism, and it has nothing to do with the intracranial congestion Granduncle mentioned. To wake Grandpa, it's quite simple, just pinch his big toe." Franklin furrowed his brow in secret; this woman was truly a nuisance. The father and son shared a knowing look and cto the sconclusion - Cheyenne must be eliminated.

Emelia boldly proclaimed, "You don't understand. Mr. Edwards is knowledgeable and experienced. If he says something is true, it's much more reliable than what you say. We trust Adrian, the divine healer." Now, the belief in Cheyenne or Adrian had created a divide within the Foley family, with Corey caught in the middle. His true preference was to trust Adrian, based on age and experience. After all, Cheyenne was just a spirited young person. Plus, he couldn't ignore the past relationship between Cheyenne and the Foley family, fearing that she might have ulterior motives.

After pondering for a while, he chose to stand by Adrian's side, looking apologetic as he said to Cheyenne, "Cheyenne, I'm sorry for making you run this errand. I will compensate you next time. You... can go back." "Mr. Foley..." She couldn't believe her ears. Corey was actually asking her to leave. In truth, this matter had nothing to do with her, and she didn't need to make this trip. She could have been completely indifferent to old Mr. Foley's life or death, and it wouldn't have offended the branch of the Foley family. However, when she looked at old Mr. Foley, who was struggling for every breath on the sickbed, she felt a myriad of emotions that were hard to describe. "Mr. Foley, letgive it a try. I studied under Madeleine and received the true transmission from my grandfather. I also know Thirteen Needles." When she mentioned Thirteen Needles, Corey's pupils dilated, and his face showed astonishment. The reputation of the Edwards family's Thirteen Needles was widespread, even for someone not in the medical field like him. The reason they had agreed to let Adrian, the divine healer, treat his father was precisely because of the Edwards family's Thirteen Needles. If Cheyenne could perform them... "Cheyenne, don't joke around. I've watched you grow up..." His words implied disbelief in Cheyenne's knowledge of the Thirteen Needles.

At that moment, she opened the case of needles she had brought with her, revealing rows of silver needles of varying sizes and thicknesses.

She asked softly, "Granduncle, do you know what the thirteenth needle is?" Adrian's face remained calm, but there was a tautness in his heart. His hand concealed beneath his loose black robe subtly clenched. When he had stolen the manual, he didn't have a chance to look at it before it was torn into two pieces. He had the upper half, while the lower half had eluded him. Could it be that Cheyenne had learned the thirteenth level already? No, it couldn't be! How was that possible? In the past century, no one had been able to master the thirteenth level, and now, a young girl was claiming to have mastered it? Cheyenne withdrew her gaze confidently, holding a silver needle in her hand. Her lips, painted a vivid red, curled into a charming smile as she softly spoke, “Unite the two as one." As she finished speaking, the silver needle quickly pierced the acupoint on old Mr. Foley's chest. Then, with two elegant and slender fingers, Cheyenne grasped three silver needles, poised and ready. She used her right foot as the pivot, taking a step to the side with her left foot, her body gracefully turning in a full circle. Her black skirt swayed, and the thin veil billowed, creating a captivating spectacle.

Three needles released at once! Adrian's eyes widened, his pupils dilating in amazement as he watched Cheyenne's movements.

Swish! The silver needles pierced through, creating a subtle vibration in the air.

And finally, the last needle landed in the acupoint.

Her movements were both graceful and swift, and everyone had been so focused on Cheyenne herself that no one had noticed how she managed to release three silver needles simultaneously. Not even Kelvin, who stood closest to her, saw anything but a flash of silver that vanished in an instant.

When everything had quieted down, Cheyenne stood at her grandfather's bedside. She reached out with an expressionless face and removed the silver needles. As she withdrew the needle from his shoulder, old Mr. Foley, who had been unconscious, blinked his eyelashes a couple of times.

He was conscious!

Adrian, with his hands clasped in front of him, stared at Cheyenne as she removed the needles. His face turned ashen and incredibly gloomy. How was this possible? Had his granddaughter truly mastered Thirteen Needles?

He had confidence in his medical skills. While not claiming to be unparalleled in the world, he hadm spent countless nights researching the technique of using the Thirteen Needle to kill old Mr. Foley. When he performed the procedure, he had given it his all. The only person who could detect that he had used the technique to kill someone was his older brother, Layne.

His older brother's medical skills were nearly on par with his own, and to unravel his technique, it would take his older brother at least a day of effort. But Cheyenne had effortlessly resolved it with just three silver needles? No way!