She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 501: Roses It was the first doll in Cheyenne's life, giving her great courage when she was deeply mired in trouble. From that day on, she developed a strong interest in oil painting because Gracie was the greatest female oil painter in the world.

Little did she know that her idol turned out to be Kelvin's mother. She never expected Gracie, who was gentle and elegant in public, to reveal her obsessive side when it cto art.

"This teddy bear was secretly cut by Nora with scissors several times, but I couldn't bear to throw it away. I've patched it up and kept it to this day." Despite being riddled with holes, it still showed a warm smile to her. Before her grandfather found her, the bear had been her companion through the toughest days.

Kelvin felt a complex emotion. He was glad that Cheyenne received appreciation and recognition from that woman, yet he also felt a strong sense of unfairness and jealousy.

Why could she be so gentle to strangers, but so cruel to her own son? The bear in his hand was thrown into the trash by his mother, and he picked it up.

When she found out, she slapped him, but Kelvin still didn't return the bear to her and never took it out again. It remained untouched for many years. If Cheyenne's bear wasn't so familiar to him, seeing the bear on her bedside, perhaps he would never have recalled this incident.

The next day, Cheyenne received a gift. Chris stood at her doorstep, holding a small pink floral handbag, and a hint of a smile appeared on his usually stern face. A burly man of nearly six foot, behaving coyly like a young girl, covering his mouth to suppress a smile.

Cheyenne's lips twitched, and her eyelid twitched uncontrollably for a moment.

"Mr. Richards, what brings you here?" Her tone was as chilly as ever, devoid of any emotions.

Chris had followed Kelvin for years and had long been accustomed to this treatment. He rubbed his nose and offered the gift box with both hands.

"It's Mr. Foley's longing for you, Miss Lawrence, which bringshere," he said.

Her response was undoubtedly a disdainful look. "It seems like the Foley Group is on the verge of bankrupt. Mr. Foley's assistant is so idle." Chris choked for a moment, and a wry smile appeared on his face.

In fact, he was super busy. Mr. Foley had been missing for nearly a month, and during that time, Vincent had been trying to revoke Mr. Foley's previously confirmed projects. Caught in the middle, Chris had to find ways to maintain those projects while searching for Mr. Foley's whereabouts.

Now that Mr. Foley had finally returned, he was still running around all day. For instance, last night, they had arranged a banquet. It was a great opportunity for Mr. Foley to announce his return and revoke Vincent's authority as the CEO.

However, halfway there, he suddenly called a halt. Chris thought there was an emergency, but instead, he saw Mr. Foley, dressed in an expensive suit, wading through the crowd to buy Miss Lawrence her favorite cake.

He never openly confessed his love for Miss Lawrence, but his actions had already revealed it.

Cheyenne took the gift box and opened it. A rose-scented fragrance wafted through the air. In the center of the red rose was a familiar teddy bear, dressed in a dark blue suit with a bow tie, smiling like a gentleman. She could tell at a glance that this bear and the one in her hand were a pair. It seemed that they had been connected in sway even ten years ago.

Cheyenne stood still for a long time, at a loss, her eyes becoming increasingly empty and her nose slightly sour. The meaning of the red rose was self-evident. She had never found red roses tacky; on the contrary, it was the romance she had always wanted but never dared to hope for.

Seeing that Miss Lawrence's expression was not quite right, Chris secretly took out his phone from his pocket and searched “Will a girl be happy if you give her flowers?" on Google. There were a bunch of replies, one of which seemed sensible: "Suddenly giving a gift to a girl may make her feel embarrassed, causing her to temporarily distance herself from you." Cheyenne closed the box, her fair and slender hand barely touching the edge.

Chris thought she wanted to throw it away and hastily explained, “Miss Lawrence, please don't be upset. It's Mr. Foley's first tgiving flowers to a girl. If you don't like roses, shall I get you chrysanthemums and carnations instead?" With a cold smirk, she said, "Alright, I've received the gift. You can leave now." With that, she unhesitatingly closed the door, leaving Chris outside.

Cheyenne took the bear back to her room. When she put the two bears together, a poignant and harmonious image cto mind. The female bear was covered in scars, just like herself. After sthought, she separated them. Kelvin's male bear was then stuffed into the closet, out of sight and out of mind. The content. is on novelenglish.net!

Three days later, at the Todd family's press conference. It was held in the front yard of the Todd mansion, where a temporary stage was set up op the lawn, and hundreds of white chairs were placed. Mr. Todd, who had lost his sight, was seated in the center of the stage. It was said that he had fallen ill after Erica left and had recently suffered a stroke, leaving him paralyzed.

Mr. Todd used to be a forceful and unstoppable figure in the media, but now he had becso desolate, evoking endless sighs. He seemed to have aged ten years, and his silver hair glittered with a frosty color under the sunlight. His eyes were hollow, emitting a sense of low spirits.