She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 310

Chapter 310: Mine Is Not Small

The next day, Akloit's network nearly crashed once again as news of "Second-Generation Rich Displaying Wealth Gets His Face Slapped" flooded the headlines.

It marked the first time in the illustrious career of the famous star Reece that he was embroiled in a romantic rumor with a girl!

This revelation shocked countless netizens. His female fans were in distress, "What about your official boyfriend, Reece?"

In the face of these pervasive rumors, Reece did something unprecedented: he didn't explain but instead posted a cryptic Twitter message, indirectly acknowledging the authenticity of the rumors.

"I once dropped a rose, and someone else picked it up for three years."

The message was accompanied by a photo of Reece with tear-filled, sparkling eyes. It was from the first drama he had acted in after his debut, and his forlorn gaze was even more heart-wrenching than the caption.

Fans left comforting messages for their idol:

Fan 1: "Aww, Reece, don't cry. Let's go steal that rose back together."

Fan 2: "You are my rose, you are my flower. Reece has changed, weren't you always the fierce tiger who sniffed the roses?"

Fan 3: "Reece has a girlfriend? No, I don't want that. Reece belongs to Jerome."

Fan 4: "Give it a rest, Jerome has had who knows how many girlfriends while Reece just has his first love. Jerome doesn't deserve our Reece!"

"..."

At this very moment, in the dressing room, Jerome, who had acted alongside Reece, was scrolling through Twitter on his phone. The tall assistant standing next to him, who was 1. 8 meters in height, was holding a bag of Lay's potato chips. He expertly tore the package open, having had practice with it in the past.

The sound of crunching potato chips filled the room.

"That damn Reece is two-timing me with another rose behind my back? What a scumbag."

Another angry, exaggerated crunch!

The assistant glanced over with a cool and collected look and offered some soothing words, "Mr. Witt, just take it easy. As the saying goes, 'When it rains, it pours.' You can't stop it."

Jerome supported his forehead with one hand and, taking the opportunity, twirled a long, slender finger through his bangs. He narrowed his mischievous upturned eyes, and a flash of light passed through them.

"Wait a minute, the woman in the black dress... Damn it! Isn't she the one from last time... that girl?"

"Mr. Witt, it's the same Miss Lawrence who kicked your little chick at the elevator entrance last time."

The air was nearly silent for a minute. Jerome suddenly threw the bag of potato chips, creating a dramatic scene with chips raining down on his assistant.

He was so furious that he trembled all over. His handsome face even turned terrifying and monstrous as he pointed at his assistant and angrily shouted, "My chick isn't small at all. Yours is small!"

The assistant looked at him expressionlessly and said, "Mr. Witt, mine isn't small either."

Jerome was left speechless.

That said, it turned out that Reece knew that woman, making things much easier. I haven't settled the score for that kick last time.

Meanwhile, at the Lawrence Villa.

Cheyenne suddenly sneezed, and she sneezed so hard that even her dainty little nose turned a shade of red, accentuating her cute, sparkling eyes.

"What's wrong? Are you catching a cold?"

The man lay chest-down on the edge of the bathtub, his lower body immersed in a vibrant mixture of reds and greens. Under the intense color contrast, his skin, which was never particularly fair to begin with, appeared a shade lighter.