She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 442: Many Suitors for Such a Good Girl Rachel was still unaware of the news that Cheyenne and Kelvin had divorced. She thought Cheyenne was probably in college now and would marry Kelvin after graduation.

She was a kind and sincere woman who had genuinely treated Kelvin as her own child during the years she worked for the Foley family.

Unable to resist saying a few more words, she added, "Master Kelvin, please don't blme for being nosy. Miss Lawrence truly loves you. I can tell she's not someone who's good at cooking. Besides efficiently killing chickens, she often gets flustered when making chicken soup and ends up burning herself. Her hands are full of blisters." "But despite that, she never gives up. Every day after school, she comes to my place with a chicken to practice. She keeps at it until I say her cooking is identical to mine, and only then does she stop. It's all to let you taste the flavors of your childhood." "In this world, it's hard to find girls who are as beautiful and kind-hearted as her. You must cherish her. Yes, Miss Lawrence is still young and studying, so make sure you don't let her slip away." "A girl as good as her will have plenty of suitors as soon as she enters society." Kelvin lowered his gaze, thinking to himself, 'There are already many suitors around her now.' "Oh, by the way, after Miss Lawrence left, Miss Berry cto see me. She knew I was teaching Miss Lawrence how to make chicken soup, and she offeredmoney to put laxatives in the soup." "I immediately refused. How could such a girl have such wicked intentions? Later, she askedto teach her to cook chicken soup, or she would ruin my business. I had no choice but to teach her." "But Miss Berry is clearly not suited for the kitchen. She's submissive when it comes to killing chickens and complains after getting oil splattered on her... I don't know why she does all this." Kelvin didn't need to be told who Miss Berry was. It was Abbie... She was still plotting against Cheyenne in secret.

Kelvin quietly took out his wallet. Nowadays, most people used mobile payment, and not many carried cash. He was no exception.

He didn't have much cash, probably around three thousand, which he handed to Rachel.

He also gave her a business card.

"Rachel, take this money. This job is too tiring and not suitable for you. This is my business card. If you need anything, you can contact me." "I... I can't accept your money. Miss Lawrence gavea hundred thousand before and also helped treat my grandson's illness. You both are kind-hearted." Rachel hesitated and tears streamed down her face.

"Just take it. It's not much, just a small token of my appreciation." Kelvin could probably guess that Rachel left the Foley family because of his mother, and in a way, it was the Foley family's fault that Rachel lost such a good job.

Rachel couldn't argue further and reluctantly took the money. She still had to continue working and couldn't chat for too long.

Before leaving, she reminded Kelvin once again to marry Cheyenne soon and have a chubby baby to make the old Mr. Foley happy.

"Yes, I will." In the past, Kelvin would have given a cold glance to anyone who mentioned having children in front of him. But now, he surprisingly nodded in agreement.

Rachel left the private room feeling content. Suddenly, Kelvin's eyes lit up when he saw the earring left on the table. He pursed his lips and quickly picked up the earring, chasing after Cheyenne. Erica had passed away, so Cheyenne would definitely be at the Todd mansion. Kelvin could just go directly to the Todd mansion to find her. Cheyenne got into a blue taxi after leaving the restaurant and casually said, "Driver, Crystal Bay." "Okay." Next to the restaurant, there was a skyscraper under renovation. A few workers wearing protective gear and helmets were busy working.

The loud rumbling of machinery drowned out the voice of the driver, but Cheyenne's voice reached the man's ears clearly. It even penetrated his heart.

"Cheyenne?" The voice sounded young and somewhat familiar. It was deep and magnetic, pleasant to the ear.

Cheyenne didn't expect to encounter a man with such a pleasant voice on a construction site. She curiously looked up, but the tall walls of the alley were empty. There was nothing there. Empty.

She quickly averted her gaze and got into the taxi to leave.

The man followed closely behind. His dirty hands with smud on them reached into his pants pocket and took out a billnote, which he handed to the driver, saying, "Follow the car in front." The taxi driver, seeing his attire as a typical construction worker, was surprised by his generous gesture and couldn't help but take a few more glances.

The man thought the driver was suspicious of him and pretended to be dejected as he explained, "The woman in front is my wife. She said she went to the city to find work two months ago and hasn't cback since." So that's the story! The driver sympathetically glanced at him, stepped on the accelerator, and immediately caught up with the car in front.

Sitting in the front taxi, Cheyenne felt something was off. As it was the end of the workday, the city was bustling with countless cars waiting in line for traffic lights.

It seemed like she was being paranoid again.

After a while, the taxi slowly stopped at the entrance of the luxurious Todd mansion.

A young woman got out of the car and walked straight into the Todd mansion's gate.

The man looked at the magnificent villa of the Todd family, his lips curling into a smirk, his eyes unusually bright.

"Bro, we're here. Hey... Women nowadays, they only like the rich and despise the poor. Listen to me, if it doesn't work out, just leave her."

Hearing his words, the man frowned.

Without waiting for the driver to give him change, he pushed the doom open and got out of the car. He hesitated by the door for a while, then sat behind a flower bed, staring at Cheyenne's graceful figure as she gradually moved away. He took out his phone and made a call. "Boss, Miss Lawrence has entered the Todd mansion. What should we do now?" "Wait." "Yes." A cold voice cfrom the other end of the phone and promptly hung up.

When Cheyenne arrived, a funeral hall was already set up in the hall of the Todd mansion.

Thalia, dressed in a glamorous blue dress, stood aside, pretending to wipe her tears with a handkerchief.

How many of these people were truly saddened by Erica's death?

Even Cheyenne could tell that even the seemingly honest Poppy was Nto make secretly using onion to make herself cry. Seeing her swollen eyes that looked like peaches, Cheyenne coughed. Poppy was the first to notice Cheyenne and quickly tucked the onion into her pocket before welcoming her. "Miss Lawrence, you're here." Cheyenne nodded, "My condolences." Iker, as usual, sat in his wheelchair, silent and expressionless, staring at Erica's photo.

Davon wore a symbolic black suit. When he got closer to Cheyenne, the strong scent of his perfmade her wrinkle her brows.