She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 666: She Is My Mother Master Glenn's deep-set eyes were filled with a gloomy light, reflecting her delicate, pale face.

It was evident that she was also unwilling to let go of herself, so why did she have to say such heart-wrenching words to hurt him? It had been so hard... for her to finally have the desire to protect someone, only to have her initiate it, and then be the one to say it was over.

He absolutely would not allow it! "Kate, what happened? Why is it so sudden? Can you tellthe reason?" Master Glenn asked, concern evident in his voice.

Kate lowered her head, silently sobbing a few times before stubbornly explaining, "Don't ask, I have my own life and future. I can't see a future with you." At that moment, tseemed to freeze, and the air around them grew noticeably colder. He took a step towards Kate, striding purposefully to stand in front of her, looking down at her as if trying to see through her soul.

Once again, in a deep voice, he asked, "Are you speaking from your heart? Look into my eyes and tell me!" Kate took a deep breath, slowly raising her head to meet his deeply handsface. In less than a second of eye contact, tears the size of beans rolled down from her eyes. She struggled to suppress the feeling of grievance, but her emotions overwhelmed her. Her delicate body trembled, "Yes, it's true. It's from my heart." "If it's from your heart, then why are you crying as you say it?" "It's just that the wind outside was strong, so tears flowed uncontrollably." "You're lying!" Master Glenn reached out, lifting her chin to force her to look into his eyes, his voice cold, "I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it. Now, you want to leave, but I disagree." With that, he forcefully snatched Kate's suitcase from her hands and threw it to the ground. He then lifted her horizontally and carried her into the house.

Thud, the door closed.

Kate's surprised cry could be heard from inside the house, but it was quickly silenced by him, replaced by smoans and groans.

Want to leave? Fine, wait until later when she has the strength to get out of bed to speak.

Tpassed, feeling like an eternity. Eventually, the man walked out of the room, slowly buttoning up his shirt as he walked. His hair was damp, glistening with sweat on his forehead, accentuating his sharply contoured face. In his deep-set eyes, there was a hint of complicated emotion. He stood by the door, looking back at the sleeping figure in the room.

As he passed by his servant, the man exuded a vague, sweet fragrance, causing the servants to blush. "Master Glenn..." "Watch her. Don't let her leave the room, wait forto cback before deciding anything." "Yes." The evening sky darkened in Onistead. Sear*ch the FindNøvelwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.

In winter, the sky seemed lower and more oppressive compared to other seasons, and the city's neon lights illuminated a corner of the sky, casting a crimson hue. Just visually, it made people feel bone-chillingly cold.

Cheyenne remained silent since leaving the research facility. Her expression was dull as she looked ahead, devoid of any hint of joy from having escaped from a hellish situation. Her eyes were lowered, and her long, thick eyelashes concealed her emotions.

The wild man driving the car couldn't help but look back, raising his eyebrows in surprise as he hoarsely asked, "What's wrong with you?" The young girl quickly concealed her emotions and regained a calm demeanor, "Nothing, where are we going now?" The wild man could clearly tell she was lying, but since Cheyenne didn't want to talk, he had to let it go. After sthought, he said, "I don't know where to go..." In fact, he had been isolated from the world for nearly twenty years. When he left, Onistead hadn't changed so much.

Twenty years later, with towering skyscrapers and broad streets, it was significantly different.

It seemed that Abel's management of Onistead had been quite effective. But just mentioning that nmade the wild man impatient to know about something else that had troubled him for over twenty years.

Cheyenne's lips twitched. Wandering aimlessly here could easily attract attention from those people.

Helplessly, she had to ask the man to drive the car towards Wind Hall.

"How do you know about Wind Hall?" The wild man, excited, suddenly slammed on the brakes, catching Cheyenne off guard and almost causing her to hit the front car seat.

She hadn't even sat up straight before a silver short knife appeared around her neck.

The wild man looked at her with a questioning, "Who are you, het guarded fook, and the knife in his et hand exerted force, coldly girl? How do you know about Wind Hall?" Cheyenne glanced at the silver flash that had disappeared from her neck and felt a slight pain.

She awkwardly laughed and explained to the wild man, "Isn't it normal forto know about Wind Hall? Anyone who has lived in Onistead for a while probably knows about it." At her words, the wild man furrowed his brow deeply.

After a few seconds, he put away the knife, primarily because when he saw a drop of red blood appear on Cheyenne's fair neck, he inexplicably felt uncomfortable. Suddenly, he felt that he was already over fifty years old. What was the point of bullying a young girl? But it was this moment of softness that gave Cheyenne the chance to snatch the knife from his hand and hold it against his neck.

"Tell me, who are you? Why have you been followingall this way?" In the blink of an eye, the tables had turned.

Moments ago, Cheyenne had to answer questions cautiously, but now the wild man had to consider his own life.

He calmly held the steering wheel and continued driving slowly.

"Girl, you really surprised me. Yes, I have been following you from Dead Forest to the base. But as I've said, I En am a good person." "Stop with the talk. What's your purpose?" In Cheyenne's view, there was no distinction between "good people" and "bad people." Even Benson turned out to be someone bad...

She bit her lip, a hint of melancholy evident in her eyes, fleeting.

Seeing her resolve, the wild man finally revealed his purpose. Hem bluntly said, "(just want to know what your relationship with Selah is. That's all." "She's my mom." "What did you say?!!"