She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 559: I'll Beg Her The Owen family, though considered wealthy, couldn't compare to those established industrial families when it cto influence. Fifty million was almost equivalent to Leah's five years' income.

She stomped her foot in frustration, evading her grandfather's reproachful gaze with a sense of grievance. Through gritted teeth, she insisted, "I won't compensate. If anyone should, it should be Cheyenne." Kyson abruptly interrupted her, his voice stern and cold. "Enough! Don't you understand what you did wrong? Leah, you've been regressing these past few years. I've decided that these fifty million will be deducted from your account." "Grandfather!" "You don't have a say here." It was the first tCheyenne had seen Kyson angry. During their ttogether, the elderly man either had a indifferent face or a mischievous smile.

She hadn't expected his anger to be so terrifying and intimidating.

After obtaining the fifty million, Malaya satisfiedly lowered her voice. With a smug look, she said to Cheyenne, "I'll let you off today, but my Nora must receive the best care here. Otherwise, I'll expose this matter and tarnish your reputation." Cheyenne shrugged indifferently, her voice icy. "Go ahead and expose it. I don't care. After all, this hospital isn't run by me." Saying that, she elegantly covered her lips with a hand and let out a graceful yawn.

Taking two steps forward, she suddenly turned back, offering a friendly reminder to Malaya. "If you want to make a report, please do it quickly. It's already Friday today, and I'd like to leave work early so I don't have to cnext week." Upon hearing this, the passersby nearly burst into laughter. The director of the hospital was indeed too casual. It was clear that she was working here under duress.

Even Kyson, who was still in the midst of his anger, couldn't help but smile upon hearing those words. Maintaining a serious face on purpose, he said, "Maybe you don't care, but this hospital can't collapse. Otherwise, when my brother comes back, you'll leave him with no occupation?" Cheyenne lightly chuckled as she caressed her delicate chin, her voice languid. "Well, Jonathan is at the age to receive his retirement funds. I'm just helping him liberate his hands and discover a new life." Look at how she portrayed laziness so nobly, to the point where Malaya was momentarily speechless by her harsh words. If she were to expose Leah's lack of medical skills, it would undoubtedly expose the incident of Nora's miscarriage, which was highly detrimental to her.

However, if she were to quietly accept the money and settle the matter, she would be unwilling to let Cheyenne get away without paying any price.

While Malaya hesitated about what to do, she caught sight of a tall figure preparing to leave the hospital from the corner of her eye. Her expression changed immediately.

How could Mr. Parry leave? The child was his, and Nora was still unconscious. How could he leave on his own? "Wait for me, Mr. Parry." Malaya no longer had the mind to tangle with Cheyenne. What she was worried about now was something else entirely. Quickly picking up her handbag and stepping in her high heels, she hurriedly chased after him.

The sound gradually grew faint and eventually disappeared without a trace.

Police Station.

"Let go of me! Do you even know who I am? I'm Miss Parry, from the Parry family!" "My brother is the famous Teagan, the CEO of the Parry Group. You trash really think you can catch me? How laughable!" "Brother, please save me! These idiots dared to take away my phone. It's infuriating." With each sentence, the woman's originally loud and sharp voice grew hoarse and low.

Nevertheless, she kept on cursing relentlessly.

C"I don't care who your brother is, all I know is that you need to behave!" The police baton struck the metal railing, creating a loud noise that seemed even more piercing in this confined space.

Behind the iron door, the young officer outside covered his ears in frustration and walked out of the interrogation room. He entered the designated smoking area and coincidentally bumped into a familiar figure. Without hesitation, he reached out and tapped the person's shoulder.

In a familiar tone, he said, "Hey, buddy. Can I borrow a lighter?" "Hmm." The man's voice was deep and magnetic.

With distinct joints, his slender and well-defined hand passed over a metal vintage lighter. It was square-shaped and engraved with the portrait of a lady-an exquisite item.

The young officer took it and looked admiringly, his face filled with envy. "This lighter is really beautiful. Where did you buy it? I'll get one myself." The man exhaled a bluish smoke leisurely, his narrow, cold eyes staring at the smoke rings rising languidly in the air, lost in thought.

"It was a gift from a woman." "Your girlfriend, I suppose!" Gordon didn't answer.

Click.

The young officer shielded the wind with one hand and flicked the switch with the other thumb. A serene blue flresembling a dancing elf suddenly appeared before his eyes. He tilted his head slightly, brought his chin forward, and ignited the cigarette in his mouth.

Taking a deep breath, he drew the potent smoke into his lungs, savoring the taste of nicotine between his lips and teeth.

As if savoring a rare treasure, he sighed profoundly. Meanwhile, he handed the lighter back to the man.

"Indeed, lighting a cigarette with a beautiful lighter makes the taste even more distinct, Thanks, Buddy. I might ask my girlfriend to getoo. If she doesn't, I'll one Content "What will you do then?" Gordon took the lighter, suddenly turned his head, and asked.

The young officer, who was about to blurt out his reply, widened his eyes in astonishment Thé Smoke in his mouth rushed into his lungs, causing him to cough and tears to stream down his face. "Mr. Murillo! Is that you? Uh, did I just..." Oh, my goodness! This is so embarrassing. As a rookie who had just joined the force three days ago, he actually patted the boss's shoulder accidentally.

"Yes, it's me." Seeing his reaction, Gordon couldn't help but wonder if he looked terrifying. Why did the guy get so scared and couldn't even speak coherently upon seeing him? "You still haven't answered my question. What will you do if your girlfriend doesn't give it to you?" The young officer couldn't help but cry and laugh at the stime. Was Mr. Murillo being serious? "I'll just kneel down and beg her, hehe." Gordon was speechless. How pathetic.

Summoning his courage, the young officer had a brief chat with Gordon, mentioning the endlessly noisy "tough nut" Danielle, with a helpless expression on his face. "Since she arrived at the police station until now, she's been cursing for almost an hour. She's really something."