She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin)

Chapter 551: Killers

Hospital.

As Cheyenne walked past Eddie's office in her white sneakers, she suddenly heard voices coming from inside.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

It was obviously a woman's voice. She immediately stopped, her face full of curiosity, and took a few steps closer with lighter steps.

Pressing her ears against the door, she strained to listen to the conversation.

"Mr. Zamora, this is the special wolfberry chicken soup I made. It's very nourishing and tastes good. Please try it."

As Cheyenne puzzled over who the woman speaking was, she licked her lips and her stomach let out a faint "growl."

She was hungry.

She had rushed out in the morning and hadn't had breakfast.

Eddie didn't seem to appreciate her overture, and his tone was casual as he politely declined her offer, "Thank you, Miss Owen, but I'm not hungry right now."

"Even if you're not hungry, you can still have a sip. This is my exclusive recipe and it's very nourishing. It's good for your health."

"I'm still young and don't really need it. Miss Owen, I have work to do, and there are many patients waiting for me."

"Just have a sip, please."

Tsk tsk tsk, listen to that tone... Is she acting coquettish?

It's really surprising. Miss Owen, who usually behaves arrogantly and looks down on everyone, is actually trying to please Eddie.

Cheyenne's first thought was astonishment, followed by a sense of disappointment.

Deciding not to disturb the two in their private space, Cheyenne lifted her foot, about to leave.

Suddenly, someone inside the ward pulled the door open.

She collided with Leah.

In the moment their eyes met, this usually irritable Leah blushed and averted her eyes, evading Cheyenne's scrutiny. Then she raised her head, glared at Cheyenne, and snapped angrily, "What are you looking at? You ugly woman!"

Before the words had even settled, she picked up the chicken soup and, in her stiletto heels, stormed out in a fit of anger.

Watching her leave, Cheyenne, looking bewildered, pointed at her own nose and murmured in surprise, "She actually called me ugly?" Damn!

Did her eyes grow to her belly button?

Cheyenne could admit she was short and a bit plump, but she would absolutely not admit she was ugly!

Not to boast, but could anyone in the entire Akloit find someone more beautiful than her?

After finishing work, Eddie was also surprised to see Cheyenne at his office door, his fair and delicate face showing a look of embarrassment and nervousness.

He quickly stood up from behind his desk and hurried to stand in front of Cheyenne, fervently explaining the situation.

"Cheyenne, it's not what you think. Miss Zamora and I are just colleagues."

Cheyenne didn't even listen to what he was saying; she angrily furrowed her brows, her burning gaze filled with anger.

"Eddie, did you hear that? She actually called me ugly. It's ridiculous. Maybe her family is so poor she can't afford a mirror to look at herself? It makes me so mad." She turned around and walked away with confident strides, leaving Eddie standing alone at the doorway, sighing with resignation.

What Cheyenne cared about... wasn't who he was with, but the fact that Miss Owen called her "ugly."

When Cheyenne went to Kyson's office but couldn't find him, she walked down the hallway proudly, encountering several medical interns along the way. They were all college students in their early twenties, who had seen Cheyenne on the Akloit College forum, deeply impressed by her beauty and talent.

Now, seeing her in person, the young men were completely captivated.

They exclaimed, "She's so beautiful, not a single flaw on her skin."

"Yeah, even wearing a lab coat, she looks elegant and artistic, even if it's stained with blood."

Initially angered, Cheyenne suddenly raised her elegant eyebrows. With a put her hands in the pockets of the white coat and took a step back.

faint smile on her face, sh With

Standing in front of the young men, her cool and sweet voice echoed in their ears like a melody.

"Are you guys complimenting me?"

They were dumbfounded.

Seeing Cheyenne up close like this, they were too scared to even utter a word, trembling with excitement. "Y-yes, senior."

Cheyenne crossed her arms and narrowed her round, enchanting eyes. With a hint of a smile, she resembled a goddess with an aloof demeanor. "Senior? How old are you?"

"2... 23."

"Oh, I'm 21."

As the words fell, the young men were shocked and didn't react for a while. It was then followed by a sense of shame that pierced their hearts.

Look, she's only 21 and already a director... while they, at 23, were just mere interns.

One of the interns gathered the courage to ask Cheyenne a question.

"Hello, Director, I'm a clinical

medicine student. In school, we use

cadavers from the lab for

experiments. In the hospital, de we bring our own or does the hospital provide?"

Cheyenne found the question quite amusing. She raised her hand and rested her chin on it, pondering for a second.

In a serious tone, she replied, "Your own isn't very fresh, and the quality of the ones provided by the hospital isn't great either. We usually dissect fresh ones. If you have a good relationship with your colleagues, you can even dissect each other. My previous colleague is still lying in the morgue, so if you need, lean give you theirs."

"Dis... dissect fresh ones!"

The naive college students were shocked!

Could cadavers really be dissected fresh?

Looking at Cheyenne, they found there was still a fresh bloodstain on the corner of her white coat.

As she walked, the breeze lifted the hem of her coat, rustling softly.

Suddenly, they remembered the post they saw on the Akloit forum about ghosts in the Hopedale Morgue.

So, the "ghost" that doesn't rest in peace, who ventures out even in broad daylight, is Cheyenne's colleague, right?

Oh my god!

If they had known, they wouldn't have come to Hopedale Hospital. Is it too late to run away now?

The next day, Akloit was thrown into chaos again by a piece of news. The Parry Group, which had been prominent in Akloit for many years, was suddenly bankrupt.

This morning, the Parry family's stock plummeted by 448%, with the share price dropping from over 40 dollars to below ten dollars.

Almost collapsing.

At this rate, if no one with capital was willing to take it over, the Parry family would likely be wiped out by this financial bubble.

Teagan couldn't understand where the problem had arisen.

After calling Jenna, he found out her phone had been switched off.

This was bad, something had happened.