She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 677: Did you think I had supernatural powers?

The comer snorted disdainfully. With a big hand, he pulled the shattered dress over her, covering her naked body. He then scooped her up and disappeared into the corridor.

In her dream, Kate felt as if she were floating in the clouds, amidst a sea of blossoms in April. The cold, moist rain fell on her body. As the clouds floated by, she held onto their softness, but was taken aback when they suddenly became scorching hot.

The next moment, it transformed into an unparalleled handsome man. She didn't have time to see his appearance, but she remembered the broad chest and solid shoulders that gave her an endless sense of security.

When the raindrops touched her lips, they became fierce and impatient. The alluring and lingering dream only faded slowly with the coming dawn.

Clutching the blanket, she foolishly looked at the bruises on her body. She... what did she do last night...

In a daze, she walked into the office, only to hear that Mr. Mccray had been rushed to the hospital due to a sudden illness last night.

Judging from the timing, it couldn't have been Mr. Mccray.

Could it have been Master Glenn?

But he hadn't been back for two days.

Thinking of this, Kate couldn't help but wrap herself tightly in the blanket, silent tears rolling down her face.

As she cried, she fell asleep.

This time, the dream became even more lengthy, and she could clearly see the man's body.

Slender, exquisite, his touch was as cold as ice silk. His strong hands wrapped around her waist, and his tall figure completely enveloped her.

He kissed her lips, savoring every inch, nibbling gently on her earlobe, causing her body to tremble. He chuckled softly.

Lowering his head, he gently kissed away the tears at the corner of her eyes, blowing a seductive breath into her ear. "Do you miss me that much? Hmm?" "Mmm... no, no... don't..."

"Master Glenn! You're back!" Kate suddenly opened her eyes, struggling to sit up on the bed. The tears that had just stopped flowed down like a river bursting its banks. Where has he been these past few days? Does he know what almost happened to her last night...

Naturally, Master Glenn was angry that she had actually gone to meet another man and almost put herself in a vulnerable position. But seeing her tears, his heart softened.

He reached out his long arm and pulled her into his embrace, his voice unconsciously becoming gentler. "Okay, stop crying. It was me last night."

"You scared me."

"Who told you not to look for me? Actually... I've been waiting for you to come."

The dynamic between them had always been him actively pursuing her, while Kate had always been the one forced to accept. The night before last, he went a bit too far, tormenting her all night, and then he hid in his office the next day, wanting to ignore her and see if she would take the initiative to come and apologize.

Who knew she would be so foolish and stubborn, keeping quiet about everything that happened, insisting on carrying the burden alone, and even meeting with his arch-enemy, almost getting herself into trouble.

Master Glenn couldn't wait any longer. If he had appeared even a little later, Kate might have really fallen into the tiger's den.

Kate listened in a daze, raising her head like a silly ostrich and looking at him. Her voice, full of guilt, stuttered, "You... you've been following me all this time? So..."

"Mhm."

"Even on the night of the banquet?"

At this point, Master Glenn couldn't help but reach out and pinch her cheek, gritting his teeth, "Did you think I had clairvoyance or was I all ears?"

Kate buried her head on his shoulder like a small ostrich, feeling a warm sensation in her heart.

With a pleased smile tugging at her red lips, she knew Master Glenn wouldn't abandon her.

Onistead was hit by a massive snowstorm, lasting for three whole days, blanketing the entire city in white.

The usual hustle and bustle found rare quietness in the winter.

Meanwhile, a vigorous clean-up operation was underway at Wind Hall.

After nearly a week of effort, Cheyenne conducted a grading and assessment activity at Wind Hall.

Based on their abilities, everyone was assigned different tasks, and those who were elderly or frail and didn't want to work were given a retirement package to return to their hometowns.

The young and adept in medical studies were placed in different classes based on their performance, while those without medical talent but wished to stay and work were assigned to logistics or support roles. Those who thought they could use their connections to pressure her might have miscalculated, as Cheyenne simply wouldn't fall for it!

This included the previously arrogant Regan, who was dissatisfied with Cheyenne's arrangement of placing her in a support role.

She wanted a management position, yet she couldn't even read a word and had no basic computer skills. How could she expect to jump straight to the top?

After being rejected, she shamelessly demanded a million in "retirement money", truly opening Cheyenne's eyes to her audacity.

Cheyenne wanted to revitalize Wind Hall, and it was inevitable that a large amount of capital would be needed initially.

Currently, she had less than eight million in total assets, and every purchase of herbs, equipment, and teaching supplies required money.

In truth, she didn't need to give them any "retirement money" at all, because these people had spent many years at Wind Hall, receiving food, accommodation, and monthly salaries; they must have saved quite a bit.

She only set aside this money out of sentiment.

Want more?

Sorry, not a single cent!

"In terms of work experience, you don't do any work. So where did this retirement money come from?"

"In terms of contribution, you eat, sleep, play chess, eat when hungry, sleep when full. What contribution have you made to Wind Hall?"

"In terms of bloodline, you and your son are both outsiders, and your husband is just an adopted son. Moreover, he has been dead for so many years. What qualifies you to take money?"

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Throughout the entire exchange, not a single abusive word was used. These "facts" alone were enough to leave the woman feeling ashamed. After hesitating for a while, she covered her blush-colored face and left with the money.

"Great! Regan finally left. No one will ever seize my things again," Jay happily clapped behind her, a smile of relief on his face.

Yvonne was also surprised. She

didn't expect Cheyenne to possess such leadership skills. What she had spent over a decade working

Cheyenne had sorted out in just net

week She had a feeling that under Cheyenne's guidance, Wind Hall would once again become a prominent institution.

Cheyenne stood under the eaves, watching the melting snow as the icy water dripped onto the indigo floor, creating ripples one after another.

There was another layer upon layer of ripples.

There was a reason behind her

actions. Cheyenne was about to embark on a journey to find her lost memories, and she wasn't sure

when she would be able to ros no

So, before departure, she needed to deal with all the issues of concern.