She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 342: The One Who Saved You is Cheyenne Abbie's unusual actions left both of them puzzled. Abbie clenched her trembling hands, shooting an annoyed glance at Cheyenne.

"What's so funny?" she demanded.

Cheyenne shifted her gaze to Kelvin, her fair face unexpectedly serious. "Is the kidnapping you mentioned eight years ago on a luxurious cruise in South Bay?" As the words fell, Kelvin's pupils trembled, his large hand gripping the glass tightly, voice rising, "How do you know?" In Abbie's mind, a dirty little face suddenly appeared, a girl wearing tacky leopard print leggings with exaggerated pink bubble flowers on her head.

No! How could this be possible? Cheyenne, could she be...

Soon, a certain voice confirmed her worst fear. "How do I know? Because I was the one who saved you back then!" "Kelvin, she's lying! It's not her! I'm the one who saved you!" Abbie's sharp, high-pitched roar echoed through the entire corridor.

Her face flushed, she angrily stepped out of the maid's embrace, her voice full of energy, showing no signs of any "episode." Kelvin quickly realized this, his handsface turning pale.

Cheyenne, with an unusually calm expression, glanced at Abbie. Half-closed almond eyes concealed a trace of coldness.

"I'm a fraud? Well, Miss Berry, why don't you tellthe nof the cruise ship back then? The mastermind of your kidnapping, what nationality was he? What was his name? How old? And how did you save Kelvin?" Her series of questions left Abbie speechless. She lowered her head, avoiding eye contact.

After hesitating for a while, she stammered in response, "It's been so many years. How could I remember so clearly? When Kelvin and I were kidnapped, I took the opportunity while they were asleep to escape with him." Hearing her explanation, Cheyenne felt something was amiss and retorted on the spot, "Asleep? There were eight people taking turns guarding, day and night. How could they possibly be asleep?" "Since Miss Berry can't answer, lettell you. The ship was a Briyran cruise ship named Mary No. 1. The one who kidnapped you was Mr. Paul, 43 years old at the time, a member of the Cluician gang." As she spoke, the glass in Kelvin's hand shattered.

Milk spilled all over, staining his black pajamas. His hand was cut by the shards, and blood oozed. Red and white liquids mixed together, creating a vibrant spectacle.

Cheyenne glanced at his hand and continued, "It's quite a coincidence. When I was thirteen, I was so hungry that I hid in a box and accidentally ended up on the cruise ship." "Then, I met a kidnapped little girl and found my way to the underground warehouse where they were holding you." "To rescue them, I used a precious sleeping potion to knock Paul out, sneaked into the cabin, and triggered the ship's alarm to alert the coast guard." "I still remember, there were a total of sixteen people imprisoned, nine boys and seven girls. One of them, a girl in a red dress, had a high fever. Mr. Paul wanted to throw her into the sea." What Cheyenne said matched exactly with what Kelvin later investigated. He had just turned eighteen at that tand fell into the enemy's trap, leading to his abduction.

The Foley family was demanded one hundred million initially, and old Mr. Foley had prepared the money. Later, for sreason, it suddenly changed to ten billion, or they would kill Kelvin. With a mocking and gloating tone, Cheyenne's voice echoed in his ears, "Kelvin, guess how she answered?" "That young girl really opened my eyes. She told Mr. Paul that she was the future Mrs. Foley. And the unconscious young man in the black shirt was the only heir of the Foley family, worth trillions.” “Tsk, tsk, tsk, I have to praise her for being clever. Mr. Paul believed her, so she boughtstime. I have to say, that damn HRE system was really hard to crack." She was thirteen at the time, having just learned programming not long ago. The old-fashioned Briyran Royal Navigation System was considered intermediate difficulty for her.

It took stime.

"No wonder!" Old Mr. Foley's voice suddenly rang behind the three of them, startling everyone. Abbie's legs went weak.

A black figure leaned on a cane and walked slowly towards them. His gaze was cold, and the temperature around them dropped several degrees.

"I thought Kelvin always defended you because you grew up together. Turns out, you used this so-called lifesaving grace to morally bind him for eight years!" "Back then, Kelvin's identity hadn't been revealed. Everyone only knew him as an unpopular heir of a wealthy family. But Mr. Paul insisted that if Kelvin was dead, and the Foley family would be finished. And it was all because of you!" How could Abbie have the audacity to stand by his side for eight years under the guise of a "lifesaving benefactor"? "Kelvin, you have to listen to my explanation. All of this was Cheyenne's fabrication. She was only thirteen back then, how could she possibly..." "Yes, if Miss Berry still doesn't admit, I have another piece of evidence. The one who rescued you was the deputy director of the Coast Guard at that time. His nis Jedidiah Waters. He personally received me. Grandfather and Mr. Foley can go ask him about the details." Jedidiah was now the head of the national security department. The sensational kidnapping case back then earned him great merit, leading to his promotion to Onistead.

He had always been grateful to m Cheyenne. Later, he even sent her a military enlistment invitation, Begging her to join the Geographical Navigation Research and Development Laboratory. It was military-related, and naturally, it required physical training like any other soldier.

At that time, she thought her arms and legs were too delicate, afraid of pushing herself too hard, so she declined Jedidiah's kind offer.

Kelvin naturally knew Jedidiah; he had shared a meal with him and expressed his thanks in person.

Jedidiah was drunk at the tand said a confusing remark, "Kelvin, don't be polite. It's actually thanks to someone else. That girl madetake notice, why isn't she my child, alas!" He thought Jedidiah was referring to Abbie... little did he know, it was Cheyenne! If Cheyenne was the one who saved Kelvin, then Abbie had never been in the water, so how did she contract her illness? There was only one possibility. Her illness was faked!

Kelvin let the blood flow freely from his hand, his face almost pale with a tinge of blue. Deep remorse and regret etched his profound features. His voice hoarse, he spoke, "Cheyenne, I'm sorry!" For eight years, he had mistaken Abbie for his life saver.

In the five years of knowing her, he deeply wounded Cheyenne.

In three years of marriage, he had eroded away Cheyenne's pride as a sinner with his own hands!