She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 615: UnfilialOriginal content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Cheyenne didn't care whether they wanted it or not; the decision had been made. She abruptly stood up from her chair and briskly walked towards Yvonne, reaching out and grabbing her arm assertively. With a gentle smile, she said, "Yvonne, would you mind showing me around Wind Hall?"

"Sure, I'd be happy to," Yvonne replied.

They left hand in hand, leaving behind a buzz of discussion. But Cheyenne didn't care about what they were saying; pushing them out of their comfort zone was a crucial factor in revitalizing Wind Hall. She knew that achieving this great goal would be impossible without their cooperation.

Outside the TOP Hotel, under the drizzling rain, Eddie's attention was unexpectedly drawn to a lonely figure in black. He had just been about to head out, unaware that he would encounter Leandro wearing a black robe at the hotel entrance. The rain had dampened his silver-white hair which pitifully clung to his temples.

Raindrops continued to fall from his soaking wet hair onto his shoulders, disappearing into the sea of black, leaving behind indelible marks. The lower portion of the robe, along with his cloth shoes, had long been wet from the accumulated water. On such a cold day, it was uncomfortable to wear wet shoes.

Furthermore, Leandro suffered from rheumatism. Even a short exposure to a draft would cause pain in his knees and calves.

Despite all this, he persistently stood at the hotel entrance, holding an umbrella. He didn't have Eddie's phone number, nor was he a guest at the hotel. He simply couldn't personally search for him inside. Thus he resorted to the most foolish method - waiting for him at the entrance.

As luck would have it, his patience paid off. In that split second when their eyes met, Eddie quickly noticed Leandro's purple face, and the lines on his aged face seemed even deeper. A gust of cold wind blew his silver hair into a mess, with a cold white light perfectly shining down from above, precisely illuminating his disheveled hair.

In the eerie howl of the wind, the sight pulled at the heartstrings of anyone witnessing it.

Actually, both the hotel security and staff had advised Leandro to leave early; if he were to collapse at their hotel entrance at his age, it would surely cause trouble. However, Leandro clenched his teeth and refused to leave.

Eddie's throat rolled; he paused for a moment before striding towards him with his long, slender legs. Every step he took resonated deep within Leandro's heart, and a glimmer of hope flickered in his cloudy eyes, as he tried tremblingly to take a step.

But as soon as he lifted his leg, a piercing pain shot up from his knee, a cold chill traversed through his limbs, leaving him in both cold and pain.

Eddie stopped in his tracks, gazing at him intently, his delicate and handsome face knitting his brows slightly.

"Why are you here?" he asked with a voice that was cold to the point of trembling.

"I've come, Eddie," he said, his voice trembling.

"I already made it clear that day. There's nothing left for us to discuss."

Eddie, who was usually so gentle, displayed a firm and sensitive attitude towards this matter, drawing the attention of the surrounding guests and staff. People's gazes were strange.

Actually, it's not their fault for thinking wrong because Eddie was dressed in a high-end Armani suit, clean and sharp.

On the other hand, the old man was wearing a long-outdated overcoat, even in such cold weather, and had a pair of homemade cloth shoes that rural folks usually wear.

The real silk fabric looked just like ordinary linen when it got wet, no wonder everyone would mistake Eddie for a disrespectful and rebellious person towards the elderly.

His harsh tone and lack of politeness when speaking with the old man made many passersby disdainful.

At this moment, Eddie finally realized where he had gone wrong. His face turned gloomy, and his eyebrows furrowed even more deeply.

"Eddie, I'm sorry for what I did. But I know I was wrong now. Can you give me another chance? Let's go upstairs; I have something for you!"

Saying that, Leandro sadly took out a small floral cloth bag from his pocket.

"No, you keep it for yourself. I don't want your things."

His decisive rejection broke Leandro's heart. He didn't even know what he could do to make amends with them.

If kneeling down would help, he wouldn't mind doing it.

"Eddie, tell me. What do you want me to do to earn your forgiveness? Do you want me to kneel?"

Upon hearing this, the people around couldn't contain themselves.

A tall and stupning figure suddenly walked out of the hotel's entrance. The woman was wearing a black fluffy long dress, coupled with a pure

white natural fur coat, accenture

her chin and lips painted in flaming red that sparked the imagination.

"Have you lost your conscience? You look deceivingly presentable, but you turn out to be nothing more than a scum. Can't you see that your grandpa's lips have turned purple from the cold?"

Eddie was taken aback by the sudden voice, and he turned his

head to look back. The woman

standing behind him appeared to be

around twenty-five or twenty-six

years old, exuding an unmistakable

sense of luxury.

Judging by her tall figure of over 1. 7 meters and fiery red lips, it was certain that she was a stunning beauty.

However, the next moment, when she took off her sunglasses, it was quite disappointing.

On her palm-sized face were a pair of eyes resembling frogs, with slightly protruding double eyelids and more white than the pupils.

Her nose was slightly collapsed, with a black mole the size of a thumbnail.

Upon closer examination, it seemed that the mole even had three hairs growing on it.

The security personnel standing nearby respectfully approached and bowed to the woman, "Miss Walsh, sorry for interrupting your journey. I'll immediately send this old man away." Just as he finished speaking, Miss Walsh gave him a fierce glare. "Are you stupid? Why would I want to send this old man away? I meant to drive away this disrespectful scumbag!"

She loathed those who were handsome but wicked.

Just like her so-called fiancé, who was a complete scumbag.

Whenever she mentioned him, Miss Walsh would be filled with anger.

She heard that he had recently taken in a starlet in Akloit, and she was curious to see what kind of woman would captivate that scumbag.

Who would've expected to encounter such a scene right after stepping out of the hotel door?

Absolutely infuriating!