She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 528: Sharp-Tongued "Your dissection skills are so amazing, young lady. After you retire, maybe you can beca butcher at a supermarket." "By then, I doubt you'll be able to see anymore." Kyson was rendered speechless.

Is being sharp-tongued a fine tradition in the Edwards family? Layne was like this when he was young, and he raised a granddaughter with the sattitude.

Annoying! As soon as Cheyenne left the morgue, her first order of business was to wash her hands and change clothes. When she returned to her office, she noticed that there was a plate of Japanese food on her desk.

It was exactly the sashimi and salmon she had wanted to eat.

Who ordered this takeout for her? "How is it? I'm good to you, right? How about becoming my god granddaughter? I will order takeout for you every day." Kyson appeared out of nowhere, standing with hands on his hips, his squinty eyes barely visible.

Cheyenne couldn't help but pout her glossy lips and resisted the temptation of the delicious food. She firmly rejected his food seduction.

"No." "Ah! Why not? Have I not been good to you?" Kyson was truly frustrated. He genuinely wanted to win over Cheyenne as a talent for his team.

"I have a grandfather, and I have a master and senior fellow who is your younger brother. I don't need you." "Pfft." Direct and hurtful, Kyson wondered why young people nowadays were so independent and had such strong personalities.

But on second thought, Cheyenne was right! Whether or not he recognized her as a god granddaughter didn't matter. After all, she was his younger brother's junior, so she naturally would be from Almond Hall. Just the thought of it made Kyson feel happy.

"Alright, alright, I was just teasing you. You've been busy all morning, so eat up." Only then did Cheyenne start to eat. She was a principled foodie.

Just as she picked up a piece of raw fish with her fork and put it in her mouth, her stomach churned uncomfortably, making her feel nauseous as if she was on a boat.

"Mmm..." She suddenly covered her mouth with her hand and rushed towards the bathroom.

The feeling of seasickness was getting stronger and stronger.

Frantically, Cheyenne turned on the tap, and the rushing water masked the sound she made. "Ugh... cough, cough..." Even though her stomach felt uncomfortable and she wanted to vomit, nothing cout.

It might have had something to do with her empty stomach.

Rinsing her mouth, Cheyenne turned the tap off and looked at her reflection in the mirror.

Her face was flushed.

She splashed scold water on her forehead, finally feeling a bit better.

After tidying up her appearance, she returned to her office in high heels.

On the desk, Kyson had already eaten more than half of the salmon sashimi. Seeing Cheyenne back, he restrained himself a little.

Concern filled his eyes as he said, “Are you okay? Getting stomach problems at such a young age? Young people these days, staying up late and not getting up early. Skipping breakfast is harmful to the health." Even though he was nagging, Cheyenne sensed a hint of care in his words, and her heart warmed slightly. Kyson really resembled her grandfather.

"I'm fine. It's probably because I saw the organ tissues in the morning that madefeel sick. I'll take it easy. Mr. Owen, go ahead and eat. You don't need to wait for me." As a doctor, dissection was inevitable.

She didn't even know how many mice and rabbits she had killed with her own hands. She had seen scenes even more disgusting than this.

Eating with an unchanged expression was her specialty.

She didn't know what was going on today, maybe it was because she didn't sleep well last night.

Faced with such luxurious Japanese cuisine, Cheyenne could only silently hold a bowl of plain congee and feel a tinge of sadness.

Kyson deliberately had a smug expression on his face.

"As an old man, I actually have a small appetite. I can't eat as much as you. Besides, I was supposed to treat you to this." Cheyenne almost burst out laughing. Did he really have to act so cheap? 'He has almost finished all the dishes, and now he tellshe has a small appetite.' She lowered her head and silently drank the congee.

Kyson coughed and finally becserious. "Alright, now let's talk about something important. Do you know about the Abona Medical Conference?" Of course, she knew.

It was a triennial medical grand event where many medical prodigies gathered each year to compete.

The first-place winner would join the National Institute of Health and beca highly talented individual with excellent benefits.

And as we all know, the Abona Medical Conference is hosted by Onistead Almond Hall, with judges who are renowned figures in the medical field. Kyson is one of them.

Moreover, one judge is Leandro Zamora from Moon Hall, the weirdo that her grandfather mentioned before. The hesitation that glimmered in her eyes didn't escape his sharp eyes.

This young girl was quite a good pretender.

At such a young age, she had a calm and composed appearance, just like those cunning old men in the office.

But it was just a facade, she was actually quite shrewd.

"I'll consider it. For me, traveling a long distance for a competition is just too tiring." As she spoke, Kyson took out an embossed white invitation card with a golden cross and a few words imprinted on it - "Abona Medieal Conference Invitation." It hada simple yet grand design.

Is this the coveted stepping stone for all medical professionals? It's nothing more than that!

"Young girl, I've left the invitation here for you! You can go whenever you want if you decide to attend." Her finger tapped slowly on the table as she put it there, replying with mixed feelings, "It's just a medical conference after all. Even if I get first place and enter the National Institute of Health, so what?'m not interested!"

Kyson covered his lips and smiled lightly. He took the initiative to m approach her and tucked the invitation into her embrace. "Well then, just consider it as my invitation. I promise you won't regret attending this conference." Cheyenne arched her eyebrow, made a cold hum, and only then, accepted the invitation.

She emphasized, "Just so you know, I'm only going to take a look." "Alright." Kyson smiled like a child, satisfied, and left with his hands behind his back.

Outside the door, a white figure quickly hid behind the door, perfectly avoiding Kyson's gaze.

The next day, something shocking happened in Akloit early in the morning.

The serene morning was shattered by the sound of sirens. Clean, wide, and straight raight roads were surrounded by four police cars, escorting an armored cash transport vehicle on the road. The scene was spectacular, as if the President was on a tour.

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