She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 436: Black Peony Card Danielle felt embarrassed and furious. She reached out from behind, intending to push Cheyenne, and shouted hoarsely, "Get lost! What does a country bumpkin like you know? This is an authentic new model from the Dream brand this year. Renting? You don't understand, don't talk nonsense!" Just as Danielle's hand was about to touch Cheyenne, she swiftly stepped aside and grabbed Danielle's shoulder, pushing her back.

The two suddenly switched positions.

In an instant, Danielle hadn't even understood what had happened, and her body uncontrollably fell backward.

Just as she thought she was about to intimately connect with the ground, the corner of her eye caught sight of a slowly approaching black figure.

Great, someone to help! She hurriedly shouted, "Sir... can you please... can you helpup?" However, the man in black clothes paused his footsteps and immediately dodged away from her, his face filled with disgust and aloofness. "Thump..." The muffled sound seemed to be the sound of bones colliding with the ground, as if she had fallen herself. Even her teeth trembled slightly. Danielle's delicate body fell solidly on the ground, her misty eyes carrying a trace of aggrieved tears as she looked at Kelvin.

Kelvin raised his expressionless face and walked past her.

His attitude was as if there was no one around, treating her like air.

"Stop!" Suddenly, Danielle reached out and grabbed the hem of his pants, the stark contrast between black and white colors clear and distinct. Only then did Kelvin lower his head and look at her, his gaze chilling, and his voice carrying a cold aura, "Do you want to die?" He exuded an aura of cold and arrogant masculinity, akin to Satan, the ruler of all evil in hell.

Danielle's face turned red with anger. She impudently attributed the embarrassment she caused herself to the man's failure to help her. "Why... why didn't you helpjust now when I asked for help!" Upon hearing this, Kelvin's long, thick eyebrows furrowed, and he coldly snorted, full of aloofness, "Do we know each other?" "No, we don't." "Since we don't know each other, which law states that I must help you?" These words undoubtedly made Danielle even more trembling with anger.

As the young miss of the Parry family, even though her appearance was not stunning, she was considered to be in the ranks of beautiful women. Throughout her life, she had no shortage of suitors who fawned over her and treated her with utmost respect.

Kelvin lowered his head and glanced at his suit pants, specifically patting the place she had pulled earlier to smooth out the wrinkles.

The movement was exceptionally elegant and pleasing to the eye.

What... What does he mean by this? Danielle stared blankly, her face filled with confusion.

"I have mysophobia! I especially detest the touch of unfamiliar women. It's dirty!" As his words fell, this imposing man continued walking to Cheyenne, and in the shocked gazes of everyone, he confidently took her small hand, speaking softly and gently, "Cheyenne, as you saw just now, she shamelessly wanted to pull me, but I didn't touch her." The tone carried a hint of grievance, as well as a touch of disdain. Cheyenne twitched at the corner of her eye and coldly taunted him. "What's that got to do with me? Shouldn't you be happy that a beauty threw herself at you? Kelvin, are you trying to show off your immense charm as the CEO of the Foley Group?" However, Kelvin was serious and earnest, and he replied to Cheyenne's words without any pretense, “She can't be considered a beauty, she's ugly!" Danielle felt hurt.

How could they say such things in front of me? Do I have no dignity? The people around them were shocked by the mention of "Kelvin, the CEO of the Foley Group", and their eyes were filled with disbelief. This was followed by a wave of even more mocking discussions. "So this is the richest man in Akloit? Impossible! Rich people are not so easy to meet, and the Foley family is even richer than the rich!" "Yeah, I heard that Kelvin's companion is Miss Berry, his childhood friend. Is Cheyenne so infatuated with love that she's using someone else as Mr. Foley?" "If he can be attracted to someone like Cheyenne, Kelvin must be average-looking. Handsome, young, and wealthy men like him are rare in the country. It's even rarer to find one who is both handsand faithful!" Cheyenne had good hearing, so she naturally heard the words of those narrow-minded people. Her delicate eyebrows raised slightly, and she smiled mischievously at the man beside her.

"Kelvin, they say you're a gigolo I'm keeping... but cto think of it, with your face, you'd probably do well even if you were a gigolo." Many wealthy women would love a cold and domineering man like him, especially considering Kelvin's handsand resolute features.

Kelvin's face beceven colder, and he casually glanced at those people. He reached out and grabbed Cheyenne's collar, pulling her into his arms.

"The more you say, the further from the truth. I won't let you keep me, but I could consider keeping you." "You're such a chauvinist!" Cheyenne struggled like a captured chick, and quickly reached out her other hand to pinch his waist. Unexpectedly, it was as if he had read her mind. Kelvin knew exactly what she was about to do as soon as she raised her hand.

He held her soft and tender hand, lowered his head, and lightly kissed the back of her hand with a fond smile. Dominant and teasing, provoking envy from everyone.

"Cheyenne, stop fooling around. There's no point in arguing with this group of clowns. You've been tired all morning, let's eat first." With that, he held Cheyenne's hand and walked directly to the restaurant.

If it were any other time, there wouldn't be any ambiguity in hearing those words. But this timCheyenne's face turned red with embarrassment. Tired all morning... who was the real culprit here? She was just leisurely slacking off at work and waiting to eat during lunch break.

The waiter who had prevented Cheyenne from entering earlier didn't dare to stop them this time.

Danielle and her high school classmates were expecting the two to make a fool of themselves.

However, they were surprised to see the man casually take out a black card from his suit pocket. As soon as the card appeared, silence fell around.

The black card, the size of an ID card, was imprinted with a golden peony pattern. It was the prestigious Black Peony Card issued by the United Bank, with no more than twenty cards issued each year! To obtain this card, the first step was to undergo asset verification. Only those with aworth of over one billion were eligible to apply for the card.